#flower is pink pony girl entirely

[doghartzy]

wait i lied this is the last thing. very fast alignment chart thats been on my mind. am also taking suggestions for anything that might be better than freezer bride

[eternalsa2z]

DM In Your DMs

You were introduced by your friend Nally. After plenty of teasing and toying and asking if you were sure you were ready to meet this model. Not just excited. Like busting out of your seat and bra ready.

You insisted that you were and the Instagram reveal didn't disappoint. She goes by the name 'Doll Mistress' and she is H - O - T HOT HOT HOT. She looked like a queen in her full glory, her gaze admiring her many worshipers as she gives them a brief glance at her perfection.

She def had a bit of a 'rich bitch' or 'ice queen' vibe, which normally doesn't match your sweet girly vibes. Even if her look still made you melt into a puddle. But that doesn't mean she can't rock a bit of a girl next door look. You know, if that girl was an heiress at the next mansion over in the gated community.

Still you couldn't help but be obsessed by this look. Her pony was clearly a fake extension and her faux fur boots were a bit much. But then again that fit her vibes, doesn't it? As if she was saying:

"I'm pretty. I'm plastic. I don't care who knows. Worship me"

Gawd what you wouldn't give to worship in front of Doll Mistress. You'd die if she slipped into your DMs. Or at least you died and went to heaven. Because one day, late in your timezone and early in hers, she sent you a message.

"Hello Kiki. I heard you were a pretty cute bimbo doll who's been having some stupid bullies say mean things. Why don't you let Doll Mistress take care of them...then we can go on a date"

You of course, through your bimbo babbling in sheer fangirling, manage to explain that while you love the support, you are a committed bimbo. Her next DM makes it clear that she's simply chuckling at your cuteness.

"Oh I know. I'm not looking for a relationship. Just a doll to play with"

True to her word, the homophobes and patriarchy pushers slowly disappear from your site. You also notice a corresponding uptick in extra girly, submissive bimbos talking up how pretty you are. It's great because you need the pep talk ahead of your first date...er, totally platonic meeting.

You spend forever picking out your outfit. You need to look perfect. Make a good impression for Mistress. You end up looking cute - but she shows up looking stunning, showing up to your date dressed in feminine finery. Making baby boy blue look as good as girly pink.

She has a beautiful floral adornment right around her throat. Perhaps it's a metaphor for her tight grasp on femininity. Or perhaps a future indication of how soon her ice queen grip will extend to a beautiful bimbo flower like yourself. You squeeze your legs together during the whole meal, imagining the second scenario.

She has you in her clutches from that day on. You're obsessed with her beautiful face and hair. Envious of her fashionable clothes. Above all else, in awe of her attitude and how she rocks her look to the fullest.

The next time you meet in person, your Doll Mistress casually drags a fur coat behind her, like the expensive treasured item is nothing to her.

God what you wouldn't give to be that coat…dragged around behind her…following in her footsteps. She's so incredible. You can't even say anything intelligent, just "OMG!" over and over again as she arrives. Her plush lips curl into a smile, a rare sighting worth more than her entire wardrobe.

"I'm glad you like my look, Kiki. You could be seeing a lot more of it. Come with me. Be my doll."

It's three months later. You and your wife have moved in with Doll Mistress. She spoils and pampers your wife, slowly turning her into a little plastic trophy, a mini-version of herself. You, on the other hand, are her pretty little doll. The one she brings everywhere, even stowing you away in a custom dollbox in her luggage when she travels on vacation. It's worth it to spend time with her and relax at the Bimbo Resort.

"Kiki? Mistress is out of her glass of BMBO. Won't you be a doll and scurry over to the cabana to get me a refill?"

"Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress! Anything you want!" you squeal excitedly, eager to be helpful.

"Good girl. If you return fast enough, I'll let you lotion up my back again" she purrs.

Quickly you bound away as fast as your high heels, wiggling butt, and jiggling bimbo titties will let you. Mistress has been so generous in turning you into her little bimbo pet. Serving her drinks is the least you can do for her!

Plus…the enticing thought of being allowed to touch her perfect plastic body…that's all the payment a doll like you needs. Just a bimbo doll serving her Doll Mistress.

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

"You reek of jealousy." + "The way you talk about them? That's not how you talk about a friend." with Jake pretty please 🥹

a/n; SOFI, thank you so much for the ask!! I loved writing this so much!! I hope you like it as much as I do <333

Jake Seresin x reader (callsign; Gaia)

“You reek of jealousy right now,” Phoenix announced as moved closer to the darts board, eyeing the blond aviator that sat perched on one of the stools opposite the target.

He was practically looking like a tomato, the tip of his ears to his cheeks were blush red, the bottle of beer in his grip was looking as though it could break any moment.

Across the bar, you and Bradley are talking and playing by the pool table. The pretty pink and red flowers on your dress flowed as the breeze passes by, ruffling your hair as you try to tame it back. You’re laughing, giggling childishly at the things he whispers in your ears due to the booming bar. He leans in close, too close for Jake’s liking. And that makes his blood boil.

You’d let your hair loose for tonight, a team celebration called for a let loose. But Jake knew your hair were bothering you.

And it didn’t help his jealousy when Bradley reached to push the hair in your face when your hands were busy shooting the pool balls. Putting them in a make shift pony tail to keep them out of your face. You gave him one your most graceful smiles after each attempt, thanking him sweetly.

“Hangman?”

He blinked as the dark haired woman approached him. Puffing his chest to huff out the biggest sigh that Natasha has probably seen the entire night.

He blinked at Phoenix. Furrowing his brows to give her a perplexed look.

“What?”

“I said, you reek of jealousy, and I can’t tell if it’s because Rooster is flirting with Gaia or Gaia flirting with Rooster.” She raises an eyebrow at him. Tilting her head to look at the veins that popped on his face at the mention of Rooster but a mention of your callsign clearly crept a blush on his neck.

“It’s nothing, Nix.” He states, taking a swig out of his beer and setting on the table beside him to face the woman next to him.

“It’s not ‘nothing’, Hangman. You’ve got to tell her at some point y’know.”

She eyes him closely for any sign of decline or distrust. She knew he was an asshole, but if he liked you, she had to make sure that he had the right intentions and not just have you as a one night and done.

His eyes don’t meet here, instead they try and find yours in the sense crowd of patrons. He’d recognise the pair of eyes anywhere. And you’re there, looking at him as Rooster leans close to you, practically breathing down your neck to tell you about his early training days and the sights he’d seen.

You’re barely paying attention to him. Instead trying to find a familiar pair of emerald greens, you could find them anywhere and you’d know they were Jake’s.

“You don’t have to do this y’know.”

That sends a chill down your spine. You glance back at Bradley, his big brown eyes are…somewhat sad, a small smile is gracing his lips as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Huh?” You look up at him, questioning his prior statement.

“This…” gesturing between the two of you. “I know you’re not interested.”

You’d been trying to get your mind off of Jake for a while now. True, he had an ego that was larger than the state pf California but it was also true that he was raised by gentlemen. You’d seen him with other girls and how he acted around them. Ever the gentleman.

“What? Roos, it’s not like that-“

“I’ve heard you talk to Bob about him,” he cuts in. You shut your mouth close at that.

Bob and you are childhood best friends that have been joined at the hip for years. Enlisting in the Navy together to fulfil your childhood dream. And ever since your first posting together, it has never been that you and him were separated.

Taking your silence as a sign, he continues; “the way you talk about him? That’s not how you talk about a friend.”

His face holds so much sincerity as he says this that you fear you’d end up passing out. There is a sense of melancholy in the air and you don’t know why you feel that way.

Yes, you like Jake, you really do, but you wish you didn’t. He was one night and done kinda guy and you aren’t looking to get your heart broken anyway. And Bradley was good, he is good, so much better than the cocky blond that you lock eyes with as you turn away from Rooster.

His eyes are piercing into yours with such intensity that you feel as though you’ll pass out if you into them for any longer.

You look back towards the brown haired man, he’s been treating you so good the past few days and you wish you could give him the same satisfaction of loving you. But you’d be the asshole in the situation if you led him on like that…

“It’s okay, Gaia, go” he cocks his head towards the blond that sat next to Phoenix, a small smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He gives you a small pat on the shoulder, helping you stand from where you sat in the corner.

“Go get him.”

[005nymph]

My Headcanons for the Unico Movie Characters

Hello entire Unico fandom I got some headcanons for Torubi, Chao, Lord Kuruku, and (satircally) the Baron

Some were inspired by my friend @poni-poki I'll make the ones they came up with in the color pink

Lord Kuruku 🌺

Agender and sapphic, uses he/him

Over 500 years old

Married with the Mud Mage

The only reason he took Torubi in was to get more assistance with collecting living dolls. He didn't see Toru as anything more than an extra hand. But one day Kuruku was feeling extra generous and decided to pay him back by teaching him just a little magic in exchange for his help

Mud Mage knows him more than anyone else, and vice versa

May be reformed now but is still generally very Odd. Doesn't understand social norms. Part of the reason why the mage loves him sm

Scares people a lot unintentionally

Struggles to understand people still but is at least trying

Still very direct yet feminine in tone, but corrects himself often when being a little too direct

Odd ways of showing affection but it's still charming

Likes shit-talking about dumb people with mud mage

Wears purple instead of red to signify that he has changed

Torubi 🪻

Queer, he/they

In his early 20s

In a relationship with Poki

Thinks Chao is very annoying but isn't as nearly harsh with her as he is with Yamaneko because she's a teen girl and telling her to shut up would be a total dick move as an adult man

Ditched his family when he was 17 to become a magician. His family never approved of him or his dreams. Got into Kuruku's hands the very next night after sneaking out in the middle of the previous night

Wound up being Lord Kuruku's apprentice when he begged for him to spare his life in exchange for help with collecting living dolls

Has been working for Kuruku ever since then

Toru always wanted to practice magic so they were elated when Kuruku offered to teach them a couple spells

Teaches his girlfriend magic in their spare time

Likes to make little magic flowers for Poki

Very protective of Cherry

Chao 🎀

Straight ally, she/her

15 years old

Totally crazy for Torubi, he's exactly her type. Alluring, masculine, and mysterious, and is a magician. (tbh if she canonically met Toru I think this would absolutely be the case)

Likes Poki but is also Very Jealous of them because obviously

Abandonment issues but hides them a lot, puts on a dorky teen girl personality to put the past behind her (based on how she was canonically abandoned)

Hates when people criticize her because she's a little insecure (stems from her abandonment issues)

Fucking loves strawberry shortcake

Can be argumentative but it's never that serious at all

Doesn't care about what behavior's considered feminine, she likes dressing feminine but hates the idea of "acting like a woman." Very rebellious against this idea

But at the same time if Toru told her to act more like a woman (which would NEVER happen but hypothetically speaking) she would absolutely try to be "better" for him because she wants validation (also stems from her abandonment issues). Wouldn't care as much though if it was just some random guy. She'd just start yelling at them then

Very protective of Cherry

Asuka kinnie /hj

ADHD

Baron🖕

Smells like shit

Don't wash his ass

Unico is racist towards him (canon actually)

Sits on his ass playing big titty anime girl dating simulators all day

Drinks Monster Energy more than water or any other liquid

Tiger stripes in his pantyhoes

Idiot

His bedroom looks like the filthiest Twitch streamer's bedroom but even dirtier

Does crocodil

[noxtms]

❝       SADDLE UP AND JOIN US TO CELEBRATE MELIKE ZABINI'S FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY ! hande & blaise are delighted to share their little girls special day with their most esteemed guests this monday, the 17th of june, at 2pm in alton house, godric's hollow. a light lunch will be served in addition to sweet treats provided by a diagon alley bakery and themed clothing is a must ! rsvp by june 15th to sabiha abaci or madam zabini and include in your note to these proud grandmothers if you have any special dietary requirements !       ❞

WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE :  

the abaci family history stretches pretty far back in comparison to a few others that appear on the infamous sacred 28 list and includes an unverified claim of descendancy from godric gryffindor. it's true that they were one of the first magical families to settle in godric's hollow, and with the fortune that they made from early invisibility cloak sales, the ancestors of the current abaci's were able to buy an impressive chunk of land just outside of the village where they built their ancestral home of alton house ; a huge manor on well tended grounds that includes a classic hedge maze, a grecian sculpture garden, several orchards and, immediately surrounding the main home, an expansive flower garden and greenhouses that sabiha abaci takes personal responsibility for. smaller properties ( cottage homes of the groundskeeper, security wix and hande abaci's father ) can be located elsewhere, and the entire estate is surrounded by a magically protected wall that has kept the abaci family safe through two ( and now a half ) wixen wars. sabiha & demir's home has been opened more to outsiders in the past year than it has been in decades, and they've rarely strayed from within the safety of their own estate - their list of close friends is remarkably short, and the usage of alton house for another zabaci baby event has taken those friends aback, especially when everyone also knows that the staff of zabini manor would be much more comfortable with the large number of guests - and their heavy footfall - than the more modest amount employed by the abaci's. of course, per the last event they hosted, it's obvious enough to most people well versed in the ins and outs of pureblood society that madam zabini has been blocked yet again by sabiha abaci's desire to take creative control.

the theme this time around is first rodeo, and it's clear that neither grandmother had any say in the selection. once again, the party is being held in the function room on the first floor of the main manor, where the wall of glass doors to the tiled patio outside - leading directly into the gardens - will remain open from start to finish. hande has taken care of the earth tone centrepieces that sit on beige clothed tables, with an absolute sea of pink, beige and cowprint balloons to be found around the room and stuck to the walls. themed food has been prepared by hired chefs, and this years party favors include cowboy hats, sheriff badges and bandanas. there's a photoboot inside that prints personalised wanted posters, a bouncy house outside - pure white and sure to be destroyed by days end - and a petting zoo area that includes several tiny ponies in a makeshift stables, and there'll be plenty of games for guests to enjoy ; even if they're out of the usual age range for them.

OUT OF CHARACTER:

this mini event starts with the posting of this message and will end two weeks from now on june 29th ! it may overlap slightly with our next main event - that depends on me and my scheduling !

all threads are to be confined to the discord, as this is not an on dash event ! please feel free to continue your ongoing dash threads as normal, though !

it's up to you whether your character would attend or not, but don't feel worried about believability - you're more than welcome to message to establish a solid reason or just make something up ! this is a large, pureblood event and the guest list is made up of people known by five different people, however tangentially, and that's without including plus one's. everyone is welcome, no one is required & if you decide not to participate, that's also fine !

you can find a channel over on the discord for outfits, which should fit the first rodeo theme !

if you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to message the main and please like this post once you've read it !

[rainbowxocs]

TW: Mentions of religious trauma and child abuse.

Notes by the greatest guy ever~ Me of course.

Name: Michael Elizabeth Ansley.

My parents thought I was going to be a girl- So they had to change my name at the last minute.

Alt Name: Michael Morningstar. Barf-

Special Titles: Crown Prince of Hell, Michael Morningstar. Also Barf. Dr. Michael Ansley.

Old Titles: “M”, “God”, “Lord of Darkness”. ALSO Barf-

Username: theliteralantichrist

Nicknames: Mikey, “Emo Boy”, Hero.

Age: 27.

Pronouns: He/They/Rot.

Sexuality: Gay.

Gender: Nonbinary, Gendervoid, HolyGoric. I would describe my gender as a rotting corpse to be honest-

Species: Hybrid (Antichrist.)

Disorders: Panic Disorder, CPTSD, Autism, Insomnia, Bipolar 2, ASPD, Anorexia, Checking OCD.

Physical Disabilities: Blind, Chronic Pain.

Recovering Addictions: LSD, Alcohol, Mushrooms, Self Harm, Nicotine (Vape).

Religion: Atheist. Religions are scams, which I of all people should know-

Job: None, At the moment. ……

Current Major: Pediatrics.

Degrees: Psychology Degree.

Lives in: WV, America, 2034. Country roads.. take me home..

Languages: English.

Height: 4’9” >:(

Race: White.

Ethnicity: Demonic.

Accent: Soft, Southern.

Monster Form: Sharp Claws, Sharp Teeth, Boney Elongated Form, Big Horns, Animalistic.

I don’t like this form..

Powers: Time Travel, Teleporting, Telekinesis, Fire Manipulation, Flight, Summoning, Sucking Life Force/Souls, Hypnosis, Possession, Strings, Necromancy, Omens, Shapeshifting, Mass Destruction.

If I wasn’t lazy I could probably take over the world.

Weapons: Knives.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Text Color: Pink, Red when Upset.

Main Animal: Dog.

Main Hobbies: Sewing, Video Games, Fashion/Dressing Up, Crafting, Knitting, Needlefelting.

I like doing things hands on.. It gives me something to do.

Diet: Carnivorous, Raw Diet.

Whether I eat meat or raw meat is a different story- Strawberries are really tasty.

Favorite Drink: Strawberry Shortcake Coffee, Strawberry Chocolate Tea, Hwache, Strawberry Boba, Strawberry Monster Energy.

Favorite Fruit: Watermelon.

Favorite Meal: Pork Brains, Steak Tartar, Gumbo, Sashimi, Spaghetti, Katsudon, Dinosaur Nuggets and Fries, Pancakes, Fruit Sandwiches, Sago Soup.

Favorite Candy: White Chocolate, Gummy Worms, Salt Water Taffy, Konpieto.

Favorite Dessert: Strawberry Shortcake, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Gingerbread Cookies, Strawberry Icecream, Dirt Cake, Pavlova.

Favorite Flower: Pink Forget Me Nots.

Scent: Rose Cologne, Barbie Detangler.

Why do you need to know this about me-

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Black, Sometimes Red.

Birthday: December 25th 2007 (Capricorn)

My birthday is… kind of ironic…

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Wrote his very own Bible for his religion, has a stuffed animal collection, Has a magical girl collection.

Special Interests: Stardew, Minecraft, Slime Rancher, Animal Crossing, The Sims, Pokémon, Coraline, My Little Pony, Moomin Valley, Strawberry Shortcake, Fairy Princess Minky Momo, Sanrio. :)

Stims: Handflapping, Mouse Cheese, Sensory Cube, Pink Tangle, Pop it Game.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Comfort Objects: Cat Plush, Cow Pillow Pets, Pink Slime Plush, Pokémon plushies, Killer (Teddy Bear), Gloomy Bear, Bluey Plush.

My Pokémon Team!:

In Games:

Animal Crossing:

Stardew Valley:

(Credit to this portrait maker)

Minecraft Skin: LINK

Family:

Lucifer Morningstar, Elijah Morningstar. (Fathers.) ……

Lilith Morningstar. (Stepmother)

Raven Ansley. (Mother.) :)

Ezequiel Ansley. (Stepfather)

Melanie Ansley (Aunt) …….

Lucy Ferr, Sin Morningstar. (Half Siblings.)

Alexander Leverett. (Adoptive Brother) (Strained.) …..

Immanuel Ansley. (Adoptive Sibling.)

Sam Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.)

Micah Coleman. (Adoptive Uncle.)

Friends: None. ……..

Romance: None. …….

Pets:

Danger (Tarantula)

Princess (Skeleton Cat)

Brief Personality: Mikey acts tough. For his entire life he has had to manipulate in order to survive. He can usually get what he wants with little effort. But he is, deeply troubled.. Usually he is incredibly chatty but lately he’s just been.. quiet.. He no longer seems to care about much, he’d rather just sit in the silence.

Brief Backstory:

Michael was born out of a prophecy. He was destined to destroy heaven and the earth. However for the time being he was born to his mother and “Father”..

Mikey had a pretty normal childhood for the most part. He was a good kid, he went to church, he played with his toys and didn’t make much of a fuss. However, as he grew older weird occurrences would happen around Michael.

His mother didn’t seem worried. But everyone else noticed the birds dying around him, the water becoming blood, bad omens seemed to follow the child. And it culminated in Michael’s house burning down with his mother and “Father” inside. He was the only survivor.

His aunt was given custody of him.. He didn’t know it at the time but he was not responsible for the fire. However everyone believed he was. He was forced to repent over and over and over and over to get rid of his “sins”, to get rid of the demons inside of him.

Michael felt hollow.. He felt the judging eyes of everyone on him. No matter how good of a kid he was he felt destined to be evil. It felt like the omens were getting worse and worse as he got older and older.

The church held an intervention for Michael. They told him that he wasn’t good enough, that God was disappointed in him. The demons were still inside him because he let them stay inside. He began to cry and say that wasn’t true and that he wanted to pure he wanted to be good.

The church members took him into the baptistery and forced him under the water, waterboarding him over and over again to try and get him to “repent for his sins” and that the holy water will cleanse him of his omens.

Over and over again he was forced underneath the water, he kept screaming but the water kept filling his lungs, when he finally was able to get some air. He felt this righteous anger fill his entire body, and he attacked the people who had forced him underneath the water.

He attacked the church leaders and in the struggle they gauged out his eyes. And stabbed him. Pushing him deep into the baptism water, as his blood filled the pool it turned a dark black color. And he ascended from the baptism a monster.

Michael killed everyone. The people in the church, his aunt, everyone. Everyone who had hurt him. Everyone who had forced him into bowing before a god who would never forgive him. This “awakened” something inside of him, a power he never knew he had. And he began to crave meat.

He became the monster the church thought he was. And he ran away. And he decided that he would become a god, if a god who watched him get tortured by the heads of his religion then he could easily become one.

He created a cult, Ascensionism. He being the god, and his subjects being his eyes. He saw through them, and when it was finally time they would ascend and become his food. Becoming one with their god.

After many years in the cult however he eventually feels.. empty inside.. He begins to question what the hell he is doing and disbands the cult. He goes on a long journey of soul searching, trying to figure out who he is, what he is, etc. and one could argue he is still on that journey now even tho he is much healthier than he was back then.

[samstwilightzone]

At the Pink Pony Party/Cub with @wildaboutchu2000's Kelo!! She's very much an unapologetically cute, pink girlie, we love a girlboss in this household. Girl power the team. I feel like Kleo would mainly partake in Pokemon contests in an attempt to become a celebrity while working a 9 to 5 in a Pokemart five days a week.

Clefable- This Pokemon is timid and rarely seen by people in the wild, a trainer like Kleomatsu is bound to help it come out of its shell and sparkle. Also, it's literally star-shaped, and pink, and Kleo is a star and a pink beauty. Diancie- Kleo takes Pokemon out during battle and mega-evolves it, wdyd? Ofc Kleomatsu of all people, as soon as she learns that a mythical princess Pokemon made of rock and pink diamond on its body, that can create diamonds has been spotted she takes a hike. A long hike. And returned with a shiny new friend to show off. Wow, her career is sure to take off now! Plus Totoko-chan likes it too, so even better. ~<3 Jellicent- A girly pop Pokemon by heart, it can sink entire ships and it will if it feels like it. Another princess wearing a crown, showing off how cute she is. Kleomatsu can be a menace too sometimes, so they are the perfect company for one another. Mismagius- It likes to torment those with its cries by causing headaches and hallucinations, but who cares? Kleo thinks its hat is cute and decorates it with bows, ribbons and flowers and takes it out to compete in Pokemon contests. Sometimes, however, its cries are known to bring happiness instead of pain (Its cry sounds like an incantation. It is said the cry may rarely be imbued with happiness-giving power- Pokemon Scarlet pokedex) Snubbull- Yaaaaay, it's Princess Wally!!! She's always so happy and excited to just exist, she headbutts people (Todomatsu) when excited. Ampharos- Starting off as a cotton candy Mareep, it's more of a shepherd now than a sheep, always guiding the way whenever Kleo gets lost in the wild and can't find her way back home. A good and patient partner to have around

*rubs my little grubby hands evilly*

I will make pokemon teams for the ocs of my mutuals based on my impressions of them

[twiixr4kidz]

sayaka maizono headcanons

i have yet to write anything danganronpa related for this blog so i'm starting with my favorite character!! <33

she knows a lot of tiktok dances

like, pop quiz her and she knows exactly what she's doing

she has a huge sweet tooth but denies it

she both loves being in the spotlight and hates having all eyes on her

she isn't just acting happy and kind; that's just the way she is

signs off letters with a heart

her phone lock screen is one of those super aesthetic edits of a beach

her comfort show is my little pony

she makes a lot of covers and they immediately become more popular than the original song so she has to tell her fans to go watch the original video

she has a really impressive vocal range

she smells like a field of daisies

her nails are pretty long, so when she doesn't have a colored nail polish on, she paints them with clear nail polish to help them not chip

when she does paint her nails, she uses either blue or pink

if they met, her, ibuki, and kaede would definitely form a band

they would have a little trouble picking the genre though (their music tastes clash quite a bit) but they'd all get along well

her favorite desert is strawberry italian ice

her favorite flowers are pink carnations

she's been growing her hair out since 3rd grade

sometimes she get distracted when signing autographs, which leads to her drawing little hearts and stars and flowers and butterflies around her cignature

she's collabed with hatsune miku

she's really feminine, and that's okay

whenever she's hanging out at home, she'll wear big shirts and athletic shorts

she has movie nights with her friends on her days off

work gets really stressful for her, so she goes shopping in small towns to alleviate stress (and to hopefully stay out of the public eye)

she's not afraid to lash out towards paparazzi when they're bothering her

she makes friendship bracelets when she has the chance to

donates a lot of her money to charity

keeps crystals on her when she performs because they give her courage

writes exclusively with purple pens

very spiritual

makes her own teas

definitely watches monster high and loves the theme of being yourself

she's very optimistic and gives a lot pep talks

yknow those motivational posts on instagram? she's memorized so many of them

she's like a walking motivational dictionary

very supportive of everyone

her favorite candies are kitkats and those dinner mints that almost melt in your mouth

she's the queen of putting things together

whether it be a party or an ikea shelf that's missing instructions

she has a private spotify where she shares her playlists with her classmates

she has a really good taste in music

has never broken a pair of earbuds

owns a lot of soft cardigans, all of which she wears a lot

anything she promotes (or mentions) gets sold out within a day by her a d o r i n g fans

she's like one of the nice popular girls in high school who, instead of making fun of you, would help you out and tell her friends off for being mean

her policy is to treat others the way she wants to be treated

once sold an entire country out of fruity pebbles

[axther]

black tie occasion (and other little things that make you fall in love)

prompt: slow dancing

bakugou katsuki x reader 

rule number one of proms: there’s always a balcony 

Dedicated to @heroinepose​ - finally, a good bakugou fic

Thanks to @add-a-teaspoon-of-heroism​ for giving the idea of a suit. Nish, your mind-

Thank you to @samanthaa-leanne​ for beta’ing for me!! 

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t much of a smiler, YN had concluded. 

Sure, he smiled, but it was more the kind of smile that brought a chill into your bones, especially if you were at the receiving end of it. There were smiles that he had around his friends, but they were still guarded, still angry. 

YN had made it her goal to see Bakugou smile, for real. 

Truthfully speaking, she hadn’t known Bakugou for very long. She entered Class 1-B and saw him in intermediate periods. He was growly and big and angry, and yet, YN found him endearing. It went without saying that most of her class was confused, but YN let them stay confused. She went with what her heart said, and her heart said that the bundle of rage was more than he let on. 

“A prom? What the hell?” 

Speak of the devil. 

YN paused mid-step from the lunchroom to glance over at the spiky blonde. Surrounding him was his posse, all powerful quirk users in their own rights. The red-haired one, Kirishima, patted Bakugou on the back. 

“Wow! A real prom!” She giggled, linking arms with Mina. 

“Don’t sweat it, bro! We can get some cute dates, have a nice night, and get some good food!”

“Aren’t proms an American thing…?” Sero murmured. “Why now?”

“I know!” Seemingly out of nowhere, Midoriya Izuku popped up with a nervous grin. His own group of friends were close by, and Ochako skipped to the info board with a smile. 

“It’s to create a sense of unity. It’s for all the classes in the first year, and since there’s such a rivalry between the classes, Principal Nezu wanted everyone to have an evening together!” Midoriya listed it off like he was a dictionary, and YN titled her head. 

“Something the matter?” 

Shinsou’s voice came directly behind YN and she jumped with a squeak. Several heads turned (though not Bakugou’s notably) at her cry, and Shinsou chuckled. 

“You looking at the board?” He hummed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The strap of her bag was jostled. “Or at Bakugou?” 

“None of the above,” YN huffed, turning away. “I was looking at the expanse between time and space.” 

“What the hell?” His nose scrunched up a little, watching her walk away with sass. He shook his head before glancing over at Bakugou, who was absorbed in berating Kaminari over something. His eyes flicked from him to YN, who was nearly skipping down the hall. Shinsou placed his hands in his pockets.

“Huh.” 

The next month has filled with a buzz, between students asking each other out and someone actually asking Midnight if she could be their date. It was a month of pure giddiness. 

Except for YN. 

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the courage to ask Bakugou to the dance. She knew several other people had asked him and he had turned all of them down, spitting insults the entire way. With every rejection, fear crawled into her heart. 

“Where’s all that lion-heart gusto?” Shinso told her on the Monday before the prom. “Weren’t you raring to go?” 

“Oh, you hush.” YN sat at her usual lunch table, watching the rabid blonde growl and bark at his friends about something. 

“Personally, I’m kinda glad.” 

YN sat upright almost immediately, fury on her face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Shinsou laid back with his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He hummed. “I wanted to ask you. You’re my only girl friend, after all.” 

YN’s brow went from furrowed to upturned, eyes wide and cheeks pink.

“Shinsou, you bastard. I thought you were saying that Bakugou and I weren’t a good fit!”

“You aren’t. He’s prideful. You’re calm.”

“Those two aren’t opposites!” 

From across the room, Bakugou stopped yelling at Denki and watched YN playfully smack Shinsou’s shoulder. His eyes narrowed.

“Bro…” Kirishima whispered. “She isn’t gonna make the first move.”

“Shut the fuck up!” He barked, looking as though the whites of his eyes had dominated his entire demeanour. 

“Ha!” Mina tittered. She leaned back with a wide smile. “The mighty Katsuki Bakugou, whipped like a little bitch.”

“I am not a little bitch!” 

In the days leading up to the prom, YN was nervous.

She didn’t think she should’ve, considering she nailed a date with Shinsou (or, rather, he nailed a date with her) so all she had to do was get an outfit ready. 

Unfortunately, her classmates weren’t much help. 

She walked over a bit timidly, peeking past YN’s shoulder. “O-Oh!” She gasped. “It’s very pretty…!” 

“Wear something sexy!” Setsuna cheered, holding up a short purple dress. “You’d look fine as hell in this!”

“No…” Ibara frowned, placing her hands together. “She must wear something modest that respects the Lord.”

“Wait!” Kendo gasped, holding two dresses that had already been rejected. “YN! What do you want to wear?”

“I dunno…” YN murmured, picking up the skirt a white dress that had apple accents on them. “Pony, you might like this one.” 

YN pulled it off the rack and handed it to Pony, pointing to the changing room with a grin. “Go, and we see if you like it!” 

“Mm!” She nodded. There was something unspoken about it, but Yui looked as though she wanted YN’s thoughts. 

She trotted off happily and Yui walked up. She was holding a mid-length black dress.

“Do you like this one, Yui?” YN tilted her head. 

“I think you’d look cute! Here, I’ll help the other girls pick something out, and we can have a mini runway show.”  

“MM!” Yui smiled and skipped away. YN began picking at dresses to give to the others, walking from the rack when something in the clearance aisle caught her eye. 

“Huh?” 

“Yeah!” Kendo pulled off a crisp shirt that vaguely reminded YN of a mobster. “Why?” 

She picked out a suit jacket, noting the orange hints with the pocket and cuff. She tilted her head and hummed.

“Oy!” She turned, looking at Kendo. “Do they have dress shirts over there?” 

YN shrugged, hiding the jacket underneath some of the dresses. She walked over to Kendo and handed off a sporty blue dress, smiling. “Can you put the shirt on top?” 

Kendo obliged, walking into a changing room. More dresses were passed around with the girls until everyone had something. Sassy compliments were thrown around (except for when Ibara dragged Setsuna for wearing something that clung to her). 

YN sighed happily, running a thumb over the orange fabric. It reminded her of Bakugou, and she felt terrible for putting a guy she wasn’t even going with over matching with Shinsou, but…

She blushed, smiling. 

“You look happy,” Komori leaned over YN’s shoulder. “Did you find something you like?” 

“Yeah.” YN held up the suit jacket. “This. I don’t know if they have pants here, but I can make it work.” 

YN paused in the changing room, still holding the shirt, pants, and jacket to her chest. She looked down and bit her lip a bit. She was going with Shinsou, and though she never even asked Bakugou, there was still a part of her that was convinced that she had a chance with Bakugou. 

“Ooh!” Setsuna jumped a bit and ran off, leaving YN and Komori in the dust. Both looked confused until Setsuna ran back with loose black slacks. “Here! Try this!”

“It’s modest.” Ibara murmured. “And you would look good.” Even Pony stepped out and cheered YN on about the suit. Setsuna gently pushed YN into the changing room with a grin.

“Go on, girl! Work it!” 

“Are you okay?” Komori’s voice leaked from the other side of the door. YN jumped a bit. 

“Uh, yeah!” YN changed as fast as she could, tripping over herself in an effort to get into the pants. “Just a second.” 

“Hot damn.” Setsuna whispered, eyeing YN up and down. “You look good.” 

Once she adjusted the pants, she opened the door and stepped out, albeit ungracefully. The girls stopped talking immediately, staring. YN felt an embarrassed flush crawl under her skin.

“Hey, uh, I’ll pick something different out, gimmie a second-” 

“Yeah!” Kendo cheered. “It really suits you!”

“Was that a pun?” YN gave Kendo a look. 

“Get it!” Komori grinned. “Bakugou’ll drop dead!”

There were collective laughs and YN flushed. 

“Ay!” YN rushed forward to mock-wack Setsuna and they took off across the store. Kendo watched them with a laugh as YN easily outran Setsuna, thanks to the pants. 

“But I’m not-!”

“And?” Setsuna shrugged. “You’ll still see him.” 

“Stop running.” Ibara frowned. 

“Get over here!” Kendo took off after YN, and YN watched her go after Setsuna. She paused and panted a bit, grinning. 

This weekend was going to be good. 

At five-thirty on Saturday, YN stood next to Shinsou, standing outside the U.A. hall. There were scattered blue and yellow balloons on the ground from an arch over the door. Lights lit up the path to the door in an attempt to set a mood, but it seemed tackier than anything. There were flower petals, too, and YN wondered if maybe one of the more sentimental teachers was hoping to make it romantic. Other students lingered, too, talking quietly. 

“Should we go in?” YN turned to Shinsou, wearing the white corsage he gave her in her pocket. He, too, wore a suit and had his corsage in the same style, but he was shorter than her and had to look up.

“Sure.” He shrugged. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands but settled for shoving them in his pockets. Part of YN felt guilty for the awkwardness, but accepted it and wrapped her arm over his shoulder. 

“Then let’s go.” They walked down the path and she opened the doors, letting Shinsou go before her. The entire hall was dimly lit, with more blue and yellow balloons than necessary and a DJ at the back of the room, but YN supposed that it was some of the teachers just getting too excited with the idea of prom. 

She saw Kendo wrangling Monoma by the punch bowl and Midoriya Izuku talking with Todoroki Shoto. They both nodded in Shinsou’s direction, and he nodded back, but turned to you. 

“Alright. Where is he?” 

“Huh?” YN stared at Shinsou dumbly. “What are you talking about?” 

“Bakugou.” Shinsou looked both unamused and ready to laugh. “Do you see him?” 

YN flushed and looked around. He was nowhere to be found just from glancing alone, and YN shrugged. 

“I don’t see him. He might not have come.” A part of YN hoped he did, even if it was just to see him in a suit. She continued looking. 

“Hm.” Shinsou huffed. “Fine then. Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.” 

Before YN could ask what he meant, Shinsou disappeared into the crowd around them. YN could’ve sworn she saw a pair of pink arms pulling purple away, but before she could check, she got swept into the tide of newly arriving students. It was like swimming upstream, and she decided to just let herself be carried away. 

Sorry, Shinsou, but I’ve got a plan. 

She ended up shifting towards a more open area, facing out towards the main road and seeing several sappy teenagers make out with one another.

And there, at the edge of the balcony sat Bakugou Katsuki. The man of YN’s hour, if you will. She stared at him timidly, for a moment, before tilting her head.

Bakugou Katsuki swore up and down that he hated parties. 

He went to bed strictly by nine, avoided alcohol if he could help it, and stayed away from questionable crowds. 

So, why the fuck was he tipsy at eleven at night while Caramelldansen blasted over the speakers? 

The answer was that Mina had dragged him to the school’s prom. He didn’t want to go, not after the mess that was him chickening out on asking YN. But the acid-user donned him in a suit with hints of orange and walked he through the doors. But around the time that they started playing Lil Jon’s Get Low, drink after drink was offered to the oh-so-famous winner of the sports festival and that one kid that got kidnapped, right?, and Bakugou accepted one, if only to get the crowd to shut up and leave him alone. But the drink was vaguely sweet, with hints of pink lemonade, and when he was offered another he was less adamant in rejecting them. He didn’t even know who even snuck in the drinks; just that they long left him for better horizons and consenting partners. 

If Bakugou was being honest, then he didn’t like being tipsy. He wasn’t drunk enough to enjoy the feeling or do anything out of his comfort zone, but just inebriated enough that his balance was off, his sight felt a little bit weird, and it felt like everyone was talking about All Might. 

He couldn’t tell if the lights were red or brown anymore, and he’d lost sight of Mina, when he heard someone gossip. 

“I heard that the Bakugou dude...he’s why All Might retired, and he doesn’t even have a good attitude.” 

It probably wasn’t meant for him to hear, or even exactly what he heard, but it felt like it was whispered directly into his ear. Shame flooded through Bakugou, and he felt every set of eyes in the room fall on him. His breath caught in his throat, and the lights blurred, and he waded through the sea of people, hoping to get just a second’s reprieve. He never thought he deserved it, but he still pursued it. Maybe that was how one could explain Bakugou; searching for what he never felt he deserved. 

He stumbled onto a balcony, nearly shoving over two teenagers that were making out before clutching the balcony rail. The world spun, despite just how little alcohol he had, and he felt as though it was all closing in. 

“Water?” 

“Water?” She repeated again. “You look like you need it.” 

Bakugou’s eyes snapped open, and he shot the nastiest glare he could muster at who spoke. It fell almost immediately when he realised who it was.

YN stood there with kind e/c eyes and eyeliner that could cut him. She had a red solo cup in her hand. She held it out to him but kept her distance like he was a feral dog. 

Bakugou said nothing but turned all the way, choosing to remain cautious. Despite the bitter bile in the back of his throat, he hesitated. 

“Why?” He croaked out and hated just how torn his voice sounded. 

“Because you’ve been drinking” She extended the cup to him a bit more with a guarded smile. “And, you look like you need someone to listen.” 

Bakugou’s face flushed angrily and a white-hot rage rushed through him. 

“I don’t need a fucking therapist! Get out of my fucking face with that shit!” He snatched the cup out of her hand and she didn’t so much as flinch. 

“You were crying.” Her smile fell, and if Bakugou wasn’t tipsy and angry, then he would have sworn that concern flashed through her eyes. Bakugou took a quick but hefty gulp of the water, feeling it go down his throat with subdued satisfaction before rearing back to yell at her more. Before he could, though, she raised her hand to his cheek. Her fingers were deathly cold, like what a corpse might feel like, but they were gone before he could complain about it. She held her fingers up to the swirling lights, and every time a strobe hit her hand, Bakugou could see the glistening of something wet on her fingers. Her eyes held something like pity, but it wasn't pity for him. It was just indomitable sadness. 

She turned and began leaving as Bakugou stood there in shock. He didn’t feel himself crying or the typical runny nose, just the cold and sudden terror of loneliness. It carved him out like a pumpkin, and before he realised that he was moving, he had grabbed YN’s wrist. She glanced back in surprise, but it faded into a gentle look that, had it been any other person, would have made them melt.  Bakugou stared between her wrist and her face, glancing up and down and back again in confusion before ripping his hand away. He held it like it had been burned, with a flushed face and blank confusion. 

“Sorry,” He grumbled, letting his hand hang down again. YN didn’t leave but she was still turned. Bakugou could only stare as the lights backlit her, like a bomb, and there was a glint in her eyes that was neither pity nor judgement, but indomitable sadness. There was an oozing silence, until she tilted her head. For just a moment, he felt like he was being dissected by her eyes, scrutinised like roadkill, before the sadness returned. 

“And they fuckin’ say it’s not my fault, but All Might would’ve never had to retire if I had just been strong enough!” 

“Wanna talk?” 

Somehow, be it the little alcohol in his system or the fact that YN just seemed so warm, he had begun spilling all his fears and burdens to her. She never spoke, besides the occasional hum of confirmation, but occasionally rubbed his back when he choked up. She would whip out tissues sometimes, but overall, she listened perfectly. 

“I know that just being told that it isn’t your fault doesn’t help.” The girl murmured, staring through the short pillars of the balcony, taking a deep breath before continuing. “But I think it was a good thing that All Might retired.” 

Bakugou felt his heart leap into his throat with rage, but before he could rip her apart, she side-eyed him and took another sigh. 

“Don’t get me wrong. He did great work. But...he was in pain the entire time. Could you imagine the toll? Physically and mentally? That the world was on your shoulders, and you were slowly dying, but you weren’t able to just...stop.” She sighed for a third time, and for a moment, Bakugou wondered if she knew exactly what All Might felt like, with the stars in her eyes and sorrow on her shoulders. “His retirement would have happened eventually. You spared him months, maybe even years, of pain and torment. He went out, and nobody can ask him to come back, and now he can kick back and let someone else take over. And I think he deserves it. To be able to finally rest.”

Bakugou stared for what felt like the upteenth time that night, before feeling something else tense in his heart. It was like a knot had been wrapped around it, unbreakable and tight. But with only a minute, a girl that he only ever watched from a distance, at a party he never meant to attend, had undone it completely. It snapped, and if he thought about it enough, he could almost feel the cord hitting his ribcage and coming to rest on his kidney. 

YN gave a teasing grin on his subdued, awestruck look, and hummed. She rose with a groan, stretching her arms in front of her with a yawn. 

“There you have it. That’s just my opinion, anyway. You don’t have to take it.” Someone called out, and Bakugou couldn’t quite hear it, but YN turned. She waved, and then looked back at Bakugou. “Take care of yourself. Don’t let them get to you.” 

She turned to leave, and she felt like this incomprehensible force that made everyone else move like the tide, or the Red Sea. Softer, kinder music leaked through from the dance floor, and he shot up. 

“W-Wait!” 

It was a demand and a question all wrapped in one and YN snorted, nodding. 

YN stopped and turned with a tilt of her head. “Yeah?”

“Fucking-!” He was choking on his words, trying to literally grasp them from the air. “Fuckng dance with me!” 

“Sure.” 

She walked back to them and some of the other students left the balcony, abandoning them. Bakugou’s hands felt sweaty and he wiped them on his pants, heart pounding in his ears. 

“D-D’ya know how to waltz?!” He barked, eyes flickering from nervousness. 

“Yeah.” YN nodded. “I can lead.” 

And she did, spinning Bakugou around under the stars in a moment that felt untouchable. Bakugou looked at her, and she looked at him, and at once, he felt at ease. Everything melted off of him for five minutes and fifty-two seconds, with her hands on his hip and holding him just tight enough that he knew she was real. The stars glittered in her eyes, and the breeze was warm and cool and perfect. 

“I love you,” He whispered with wide eyes. She didn’t so much as flinch, pulling down into an Eskimo kiss. 

“I love you, too.”

[thedumbguywithaheart43]

BoomLords weird adventure

Chapter 5 reluctant companions

Rairty spoke up."excuse me darling what is the crazy stallion saying?"Twilight was spaced out for a moment trying to process what she had just done. Apon realizing Rairty was speaking she snapped back to reality."what oh Rairty. Sorry uh he was talking about me helping him to uh shit"She blinked, wincing as she couldn't get the thought of what she had just done out of her head. She didn't intend to create Rose fire in fact in that moment she had wanted to kill him to render the flesh from his bone, it was as if another creature had entered her head for a moment and fueled her rage."I think I have to go with him."before she could explain why."WHAT ARE YOU TAKING ABOUT HE JUST MESSED WITH YOU AND THE PRINCESSES HEADS!"rainbow yelled."I merely showed them what they wanted to know however to be honest I didn't expect this to happen. I had been looking for the rose fire in every world every terrifying, every cruel, and every unforgiving place in the Omniverse. But it turns out all I had to do was accidentally induced fear and rage into a horse."the pony stared at him for a moment."He's telling the truth and now that we know what's at stake we have no choice but to help."Celestia stated her tone was dark however as if she was doing something she wasn't so sure she wanted to."h-how long until it happens?"Boom and Celestia stared at each other for a moment. It was clear Boom really didn't want to answer this."could be days could be another year time works differently for me but if I had to give a rough estimate maybe a year or two or less."Celestia took a gulp of air as she looked to her fellow ponies. She looked as if she was holding back tears."my little ponies I ask no I beg you all to go with him this is no longer a matter in my control and I cannot force you to partake in this. What he is asking is dangerous beyond anything any of you have ever faced and while he may only require Twilight I would never send my student alone into what I was shown."this time no one spoke not even dash because when princess Celestia tells you shits about to go down it's going to go fuckin down. And in unison without hesitation without regret without fear all the ponies and Spike responded"were in!"boom looked at the group of ponies a look of discontent on his face."fuckin great I'm babysitting a whole party."most of the ponies ignored what he said with the exception of rainbow dash and Applejack."hey no one asked you"dash got in his face while AJ got close next to her."yeah that's right and don't think we're going to take our eyes off you for a minute partner. Not after what you just pulled.

2 spike walked over to the stallion cautiously"so how are we leaving? I mean you said we had to leave."well you see that's why I'm going to need my notepad and Pen also my satchel if you don't mind."a look of confusion re-entered the faces of everyone."oooo are you gonna draw us amagical portal to another dimension?"pinky blurted out as a few of the others started to chuckle."actually that's a pretty accurate assessment of what I'm about to do, in fact spot on."Twilights jaw nearly dropped as BoomLord began scribbling on the paper. Boomlord had drawn a nearly perfect circle on a piece of the notepads paper and in the center of it wrote the words, °home space°as he took the pen off the paper another electric golden ring started to form, the area within beginning to blacken about 10 ft away."okay everybody we're about to leave but don't worry I can send us back to this exact point in time give or take a few minutes so while we may be gone for who knows how long to the princesses it will only be a couple minutes."Boom that hope this comment would calm them however they're confusion only broaden. 'God how are they going to react when they all change'

3 boom was the first to enter the portal then Twilight followed by Pinky, rainbow,Applejack, rarity Fluttershy, and lastly young Spike. Boomlord looked down at himself. He was human again his blue jeans and thick yellow hoodie once again with him. Pulling back the sleeve he saw that the green fur that once covered his body was gone replaced with his light taned skin. Okay I hope everybody's ready for some exposition and descriptions. Boomlord looked back at the ponies first up was Twilight she had grown into a human form unsurprisingly. Her mane or I guess her hair had stayed the same she had fairly pale white skin and a few smalls freckles adorning her face she was also fairly short compared to Boom. Boom knew his height was about 5'7 give or take so Twilight had to be about 5'4 or 5'3 she wore a purple t-shirt and a darker purple skirt with pants to go with it all put together with very nice sneakers which all the girls have with the exception of rarity and Applejack. Pinky on the overhand was definitely much taller than Twilight in fact she was about the same height as boom. She wore a striped blue and pink shirt with a polka dot skirt and light pink leggings she had average white skin no major tan or anything although she did have pink nail polish on. Dash was next she still had her rainbow hair but she was on the shorter end with Twilight only being a inch or so taller along with fairly tanned skin as if she's been spending her days at the beach. She wore a plain blue sleeveless top and jean shorts her wings were also noticeably missing the same with Fluttershy. Speaking of Fluttershy her outfit was rather green she wore a green t-shirt with a yellow peace symbol on it and long jeans. Additionally in her hair she had is a flower crown witch she probably took off, besides that her skin was also fairly tanned. Applejack definitely took the show with her outfit she was wearing thick brown leather gloves and a brown leather vest with tassels on it. Underneath the vest was a plain white shirt covered in bits of brown dirt, and long stylish cowboy print jeans and good old-fashioned cowgirl boots. Applejack skin was also the most tanned being she was definitely the one who spent the most time outdoors. Also she and rainbow dash were the only ones with noticeable er muscle growth as even through their outfits they still kept their physical physique. Applejack and Fluttershy we're definitely the tallest of the group with Fluttershy being 5'8 and Applejack being at least 6'2.Lastly of the girls we have rarity wearing a clean white shirt with stylish blue diamond print in it, and a rather long dress to accompany it. Along her neck was a rather lovely diamond necklace and alot Lower down beautiful high heels. She also had the darkness pigment of her skin when compared to everyone else. Also sorry if that's not politically correct I'm not entirely sure what the correct term is now. Do feel free to let me know. As soon as the girls walk through the portal though most of them with the exception of Twilight who seemed almost familiar with the sensation of walking on two legs fell to the ground."oh no whats happing?"Pinky yelled and she started crawling on all fours along with Fluttershy. Dash and Applejack were occupied with balancing themselves on a desk next to them and rarity had somehow crawled her way to a sofa and dramatically pose."oh darling what has happened to us?"boomlord rolled his eyes as he knew he was going to have to teach them how to be human it also occurred to him where the hell was spike.

4 Then he saw it or well him. Unlike his fellow ponies Spike didn't turn into a human and no he did not turn into a dog. This isn't Equestria girls guys turning into a dog is really dumb and I already have one in the story. Spike's body had remained reptilian however he's noticeably taller now at least about Twilights size inner current form his body seemed to get longer and his claws along with it. His face has narrowed Abit becoming far more similar to his dragon freinds with the exception that he had a much longer neck which allowed him to survey his own body. Put it simply he looks more like what a small dragon would look like in our world if they existed."woah I look really cool!"spike yelled in excitement."ponies don't talk where I'm from so the portal has adjusted your body's to something a bit more familiar to me that I have set and in Spike's case I already had something in mind for dragons." Ponies now began to look around their surroundings. They notice they seemed to be in a rather decent sized living room a few desks a television ,yellow rug, a few lamps. The room seemed mostly normal only the walls and floor and ceiling all looked the same. It looks like the inside of a treehouse and where there was a window there was no... Well anything just an empty void."welcome to my home away from home a little place I made outside of the Omniverse and what I like to call free space, basically this entire place is an extension of a thought everything here with the exception of a few items were made from nothing. No magic and no magical effects can be taken here with the exception of the notepad so sorry girls but your wings and horns are temporarily unavailable don't worry when we go to other worlds you should be able to use them."Twilight rapidly blinked as she didn't expect well boom to look rather nice. He still had rather unkempt hair and the rings under the eyes but here the black in his eyes were gone however his irises remained red and gold. He had a warm smile or a warm fake smile and while definitely wasn't the biggest guy around he still had a rather fit physique. And the rarity was the first to comment on that"oh boom darling you look um..... Better than I would have thought."boom roll his eyes."well im far more comfortable like this."the girls who were having trouble standing took a few minutes to themselves to start copying the motions of Twilight who began pacing."uh hey are we safe here."like asked while moving around the girls who were rather surprised to see him as they did not expect such a change."spike looking badass today."rainbow dash teased.spike blushed slight as Boomlord spoke."well girls work going to have to set some ground rules since it looks like you'll be staying with me for a while."

(Oh one more thing because I know you're all wondering or at least some of you are wondering.

Breasts size from largest to smallest :Applejack dd followed by pinkie and Fluttershy then Rairty.twlight has the average size and rainbow dash is flat but that doesn't make her any less of a woman)

(not sure why I felt the need to put that there but I feel like some people just had to know)

[writethehousedown]

In My Head, We Belong (Crystal/Gigi) Chapter Five -- Zyan

a/n: we finally enter to the fluff stage! hope you like it, I tried my best to showcase all the girls as best as possible. :) as always, you can find me at @chachkisalpaca

“Do you think Widow will like these?” Gigi wonders, holding up potted daisies. Jackie turns to look at her and hums a little.

“Probably, she used to have daisies in her garden,” Jackie comments, taking a flowerpot full of roses. “Do you think it’ll be too cliché to buy roses?” She inquires and Gigi shrugs.

Widow’s given them the weekend free, since she had to fly back to Kansas for her niece’s first birthday party, but before she left, she left the girls with the chore of picking out flowers to give the restaurant a more spring-like look.

Conveniently, there’s a fair in the park with tons of flowers of all kinds. So they decided to go together and kill two birds with one stone. Gigi is surprised at how, so far, they’ve actually focused on what they came to do, and Heidi and Silky have yet to run off on their own like feral children.

It’s nice. They rarely get to be all together at once, and they sure have one hell of a time when they’re together. Yuhua’s loud nature finally comes in-handy, when one of the girls wander off out of their sight, and though Blair’s allergies wouldn’t be called useful per se, they cheer and take notes whenever they come across a plant that doesn’t trigger Blair’s sneezes.

Then there’s Dusty and Crystal going around, looking for the weirdest plants they can find, saying that if Widow asks what were they on when they picked them, they’ll excuse themselves by saying it gives the restaurant an extravagant touch. Jackie is so amused by their rehearsed speeches that she can’t bring herself to scold them.

“G, what do you think of this one?” Crystal asks in an excited tone, picking up a pot full of yellow flowers that Gigi can’t recognize.

“They’re pretty, but what are they?” She wonders, looking for some sort of tag. She finds it hidden among the flowers; the tag reads ‘Daffodils’. “What do you think they mean?” Gigi jerks her head up to look at Crystal and she shrugs.

“I’m not really sure, does it matter though? They’re pretty, and would make Widow not so angry with Dusty and me after looking at our other suggestions.” Crystal snickers, and Gigi can’t help but chuckle, curious as to what have these two bought.

Crystal puts the potted flowers back to where she found them, and they keep on walking, trying to catch up with the others.

“My mom had a garden and she was really meticulous with all the flowers she planted. Like, she’d search for hours in her gardening encyclopedias the meaning of every flower before planting it. I can’t remember precisely what she said about the importance of the meanings, but it was important to her,” Gigi tells her, trying to inspect every flower that comes in her vision range as best as she can.

“Huh, I dunno if Widow’s like that, or if she’d care about it,” she merely replies, looking in amazement at all the variety of flowers.

Gigi steals glances at Crystal’s face out of the corner of her eye, trying to look interested in the plants. Gigi is sort of amazed at how, in a place full of beauty and flowers in bloom, she can’t pull her gaze away from Crystal.

There is however something that can make her stop staring at Crystal for more than five seconds, and that is Jan arranging a flower crown on Jaida’s hair with such care it makes Gigi coo.

“Can you believe these two?” Gigi inquires, pointing at the pair. Crystal looks in their direction and can’t help but laugh at the sight of a completely flustered Jaida. “They’re so sweet it’s disgusting,” she says, and Crystal snickers, turning to look her with a toothy smile.

“Maybe so, but they’re so cute! If a girl gifted me one of those crowns I’d probably die,” she assures her with a giggle. Gigi makes the mental note of asking Jan where she got the crown for Jaida.

They keep exploring the fair, and at some point Jan and Jaida get lost in the crowd, but Yuhua doesn’t bother calling for them, fearing she might interrupt something important.

Gigi tags along with Dusty and Crystal on their quest to find weird looking plants, and things are cool, until they catch up with Jackie and she’s talking with one of the florists, looking rather nervous, and they were all ready to poke fun at her, until Crystal notices something.

It’s the girl that John was on a date with.

Crystal isn’t mad, of course not; it’s been two weeks since John ditched her and one since he brought her to the restaurant, but she has no hard feelings against her. If anything, she wonders how she ever agreed on going out with him, and plans on asking her so.

“Hi Jackie,” Crystal says, catching Jackie and the woman’s attention. Jackie’s face gets as red as a tomato, and Gigi and Dusty get ready for a possible shit show.

“Hey guys. I— I’ve been looking for you, but I got distracted talking with Nicole.” She points at the blonde standing next to her -  hair tied up in a high pony and wearing a pink apron covered in mud. It’s safe to say she looks nothing like the femme fatale they remember, but that doesn’t mean she’s any less stunning.

She laughs light heartedly and waves at them.

“Oh, please, just call me Nicky,” she says with a wink, and right away they all notice her accent. “Sorry I kept your friend, guess I couldn’t help it.” Nicky grins at Jackie and now Crystal is confused.

“Hey, um, I know we don’t know each other, but aren’t you going out with a dude named John? ‘Cause, like, he dumped me for you, but you’re pretty and seem so nice, how did you ever give him the time of the day?” Crystal inquires with a genuine concern that makes Dusty and Gigi gasp a little and they have to clasp their hands over their mouths to keep themselves from falling in a fit of laughter. Jackie is even redder than before, completely embarrassed, as she covers her face in her hands.

Nicky blinks repeatedly until she process Crystal’s questions, and her face contorts into a disgusted expression when she realizes who she’s talking about.

“Oh, darling, no. We just met through a common friend and he asked me out; I couldn’t make it past the first date, because he kept talking about his job and shutting me down when I tried to talk about my flower shop, or just straight up ignored me and acted like he was interested.” Nicky folds her arms with a frown, and Crystal takes a step forward, gasping a little.

“No way! I also met him because of a friend. But, like, I accepted to go out on a second date with him because he looked genuinely interested when I talked to him about my paintings, though now that you say it I’m starting to doubt about it.”

Crystal and Nicky soon hit it off by complaining about John and talking about their hobbies. Dusty and Gigi have to drag Jackie away, because the brunette can’t believe Crystal has ruined her attempt of flirting with Nicky.

They poke fun at Jackie about it as they try to find the others. They spot them sitting by one of the many tables set in a zone full of junk food, laughing loudly and showing the rest the plants they acquired.

“Where have y’all been?” Yuhua asks as they’re dragging some chairs near the table. “We ended up getting a shit ton of flowers, because Jackie wasn’t around, like I’m not even kidding. I have no clue how Widow will water these many plants.”

Jackie laughs loudly as she sits between Heidi and Blair, rolling her eyes a little.

“Y’all weren’t lying when you said I’m ninety nine percent of the impulse control in the staff,” Jackie says with a playful grin.

“You’re like our mom, and Widow is the cool aunt that everyone likes,” Brianna pipes up, and through the laughs the entire group agrees. Jackie shrugs, she’ll take it.

“Hey, by the way, where’s Crystal?” Heidi wonders, looking around.

Dusty replies before Gigi even opens her mouth.

“She’s stealing Jackie’s girl as we speak,” she exclaims and the girls let out a collective screech, while Jackie’s cheeks go back to being red.

“She’s— I barely know her!”

“But she could’ve been your girl, hadn’t Crystal interrupted you!” Dusty is quick to reply again and the laughs only get louder and louder.

Gigi laughs too because what the hell, it’s funny and the way Jackie looks as if she wants to just get up and leave only makes it funnier. But there’s also a sting of unjustified jealousy in her chest when she thinks of Crystal flirting with Nicky.

Crystal joins them five minutes later and Gigi notices how she’s trying to bite back a wide smile.

Then, she remembers she has something to do, so Gigi pulls out her phone and sends a text to Jan as discreetly as she can.

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“Have you seen Crystal?” Gigi asks Blair, who merely shrugs.

“I think she was near the—” Blair is interrupted by a sneeze; Gigi says ‘bless you’ while Blair pulls out a tissue from her pocket. “Near the bonsai ladies,” she finishes with a sniffle. Gigi chuckles a little and thanks her, telling her to go ahead, that she’ll catch up with them later.

She turns around, trying to remember where were the bonsais and once she remembers, she can’t help but feel her stomach twitch. It was next to Nicky.

Gigi takes a deep breath. ‘It’s fine, Crystal knows nothing about flower meanings any way.’ She speeds up her pace and soon spots Crystal’s strawberry blonde hair in the crowd.

She smiles a little as she approaches them, trying to not let the nerves get to her. She can do this, she got it.

“Hey, Crys, I’ve been looking for you,” Gigi says when she’s near enough. Crystal jumps a little, slowly turning to see her as she hides something behind her back. Gigi squints slightly.

“That’s weird, I was going to look for you too,” she comments sheepishly, glancing at Nicky, who looks completely amused.

“Oh, Gigi, your crown is done, here,” Nicky says, reaching for a Red Chrysanthemums crown. Crystal cocks a brow as Gigi receives it, her face getting as red as the crown she’s holding, and Nicky looks back and forth between them.

“I’m, uh, this isn’t how I planned to do this,” Gigi begins to say, holding out the crown to Crystal. “This is for you, and, I— I thought it’d go well with your hair, I guess. But, um, they also have a nice meaning—” Gigi bites her tongue. Shit, she wasn’t supposed to bring up the meanings.

Crystal has a soft smile, but Gigi panics slightly when she doesn’t take it; her heart gives a thud when Crystal holds up a Sunflower crown.

“I got this for you,” she says, while her cheeks get a slight rosy tone. “I didn’t notice that these go well with your hair too, though.” Crystal laughs a little and Gigi giggles nervously.

They exchange crowns and say goodbye to Nicky before going to find the others, submerged in a silence that’s not really awkward, but none of them know what to say. So they silently slip their hands together in the crowded areas, with the excuse of not wanting to lose each other.

Back in her stall, Nicky wonders how long it will take for them to notice that Red Chrysanthemums literally mean I love you while Sunflowers mean friendship.

[genderfluid-promotion]

Hi! I have just learned about the term genderfluid, and I dont really know if thats the explaination for some things I feel - I don‘t know if thats what I am, or if the things I experience really fit this term. I am a female, but as a kid I always had short hair and I only wanted to wear boy clothes. I once put a dress on at like 7 because I wanted to, but it felt like I was trying to pretend to be a girl - even though I was one? I also pretty much only had boy friends, and loved soccer and playing in the dirt. I also liked horses, but not nearly as much as the other girls - when school started most of them had backpacks with ponys on them, mine had fish. xD I started wondering if maybe I was a boy during the ages 6 - 10, because I was asked constantly if I was a boy or a girl. I always said I was a girl, but kids can be mean - the next question would be pull your pants down and prove it, you dont look like it.

I knew that at 12 years old I would have to go to a new school, and the school was pretty known for bullying. Out of fear to be a target I let my hair grow out from age 10 on, and when I started at the new school it was long. I still dressed kinda boyish, wore a lot of plaid shirts, but I also wore pink things sometimes. I actually forgot that I didn‘t grow my hair out willingly, I talked to my mom about it a few months ago, saying that I couldnt remember what changed that I wanted long hair - and she said I didnt actually want to, but that I was scared of the bullying. Ever since that young age of 6 I went through phases questioning if I was a boy, because being a girl just didnt always seem to be right! However I‘m not sure if it didnt feel right just because hobbies and clothes are so strongly gendered, and I just wanted to have short hair, boy clothed and my soccer ball - in peace, without the questions. So being a boy would have been easier in that aspect, because no one would have questioned anything about me in that case. But because I also wasn‘t so sure that I would want to go trough actual transitioning to a boy, I realized that I probably wasn‘t transgender. There were times where I compeletely forgot about this worry of mine, and then suddenly I would look into the mirror, or see or hear something, and a weird feeling would start to creep up again - am I maybe a boy? Now I‘m 20, and I have been pushing these thoughts away for a while. I came to the decision that I dont really care, Im not that bothered by my female body that I feel the need to change everytime I see myself, and I dont feel horrible if someone calls me a she/woman/girl - its just, some days I wish I didnt have breasts because they annoy me, and I would like to be flat so that some of the men shirts I own would look better. However I never feel the need to have a penis, because thats as much as a statement as breasts, I’m fine with my vagina because it isnz showing in any way through clothes. Other days I like showing cleavage, some days getting called a she just leaves a bit of a weird feeling in my stomach. Sometimes I like make up, (Eyeliner most of the time), other days putting lip stick on makes me feel like a clown. These things are present enough in my life that the thoughts about what I am creep up from time to time, but they are not so present that its always on my mind. Sometimes my mannerism arent really female - around my female friends I kinda have always felt like the elephant, not moving as gracefully, not talking as softly, not sitting that woman like - my mannerisms just seem to be more men like then my other female friends, but they are more female then most of my male friends.

Because transitioning fully to a man is not an option for me (waaay to unsure with what I am, and also most of the times I‘m fine with my body I think) I just sort of pushed it all away. I also have never tried to embrace my „male side“ more - I dont want to be judged or to be asked questions if I suddenly show up with a baseball cap and a typical men hoodie. I also dont want everyone to think I am a butch lesbian, because thats the first thing people would think. I feel like if I could wear and behave however I wanted, and no one would care or ask questions, there would be days where I would wear a baseball cap and a hoodie, chewing gum and drinking a beer and just sit on my car, chilling. And there would be days where I would wear a dress, have flowers in my hair and have a picknick or something. So far I have only really lived the female side of this - and with clothing I kinda compromise, if I wear a male sweater I wear tight jeans or make up, to even it out a bit. Enough for people to notice Im probably not a girly girl, but not enough to make them look twice or to question my style or gender or sexuality.

Ive been thinking about embracing the clothes side of men a bit more, because I lost some weight and I‘m a little less curvy then before, so men shirts start to look kinda better then before. However, I am terrified to embrace any of this whole gender fluid stuff - what if I just surpressed being trans or something? Or if I try it out and after that it becomed unbearable to not be able to fully live being genderfluid? Right now I can deal with it - I would wish to embrace it more, but I can mostly handle not being really able to do so. I am afraid that this will change if I get a taste of it. Also I am kinda questioning everything in regard to gender - because if no one had ever commented on me looking like a boy, if not everyone around me had despreatly tried to put me in some box, I dont think I would ever have started to worry about all of this, I would have just been me. So maybe I am just a female but I’m not fitting the stereotypes that are put upon genders? Sexuality wise Im attracted to men, however I believe we fall in love with souls not bodies. Still most of the time I cant see myself being intimate with a women, but then suddenly some days I can - maybe pan? I think this whole gender topic didnt really bother me that much for a while because I was only aware of trans, and that didnt really fit me - so I just left it. Then I heard of non binary, but like I said mostly im fine, also I wouldnt want to be called they/them I think so that didnt really fit either. But now with this genderfluid stuff I heard of something that might fit me, so Im having a slight identity crisis right now to be honest.

I would just absolutely love to hear your thoughts on all of this - would you say gender fluid could be the right description for me? Or something else? Am I just insane? xD Do you know someone who experiences gender fluid similarly to me? Because most despriptions are that the change of gender is extreme and suddenly, and with me its more a way of expressions, clothes and weird feeling.

Sorry for the insanely long text!

It’s ok. Your gender identity is fluid. Non binary meaning you don’t identify as a man or women. Both non binary and genderfluid can coexists and you can identify as both. As for pronouns it’s entirely up to you. Not everyone who is non binary uses they/them pronouns. It’s not a requirement.

It would also seem you hardly have gender dysphoria since most trans people have it. It’s ok to identify as trans without having dysphoria, it’s not a requirement either.

But I do think genderfluid fits very well with what you are feeling. I recommend having a support group in case people are transphobic to you. However, since politics is a bitch, people will side with the transphobes so your only choice is to find solidarity with others who know and understand LGBTQ issues.

Thanks for the ask tho!! ☺️☺️💘💕💞💖💗💓

[heyyyharry]

Chapter 1: Honeymoon

(from the Flatmate Trilogy: Two Hearts, One Home)

...in which Y/N and Harry go to Greece for their honeymoon and run into a couple they hate.

Warning: a bit of smut, sex jokes, overusing curse words because I’m a sailor, cheeky Harry, drunk Y/N, adorably aggressive Y/N, protective Harry, aaaaaand you might want to slap some fictional characters.

Word count: 6.7k

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A/N: Wait no more folks, your beloved couple are FINALLY BACK! Tell me what you think about the chapter. - Allie.

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"Kalosirthate stin Ellada!"

"Danke schön!" Harry waved at the doorman who gave him a weird look as he dragged his luggage into the resort lobby. Y/N tugged at his arm, covering her mouth so she wouldn't laugh too hard and draw even more attention to them.

"You just said 'thank you very much' in German, H!"

"Wasn't what he said in German?"

"He said 'welcome to Greece' in Greek because we're in Greece! Why would a staff in a Greek resort speak German?!"

When seeing how amazed he was, Y/N could't help but chuckle as she interlocked their fingers, flashing him a cheeky grin. "I may or may not have done a bit of research."

"Aww, my wife's gonna be my little translator on this trip."

"Your wife only knows 'good morning' and 'good night' so you're not so lucky, Mr. Styles," she said, tip-toeing to peck his lips, but he was quick to lock one arm around her waist to kiss her passionately. That kiss could've turned into a full make out session if she hadn't come to her senses and pushed him away.

"Can you be horny later when we're alone?"

Her pink cheeks made Harry snort in amusement. He ran his hand up and down her back to rest dangerously close to her bum, which looked extra good in this vintage dress, he must say. "We're married. People know we fuck."

"We do, just not in the resort lobby after arriving only five minutes ago," she told him, rolling her eyes.

With his arm wrapped around her, they headed towards the front desk for the check-in procedures and finally received their keys. That moment was by far the happiest they'd ever been since their wedding night. After all, they were on their romantic honeymoon, on a beautiful island in Greece, and they were gonna be there for an entire week, just the two of them. It almost seemed like nothing could go wrong.

Almost.

"Harold?!"

When Harry heard that voice he thought he was hallucinating. But as the voice got louder and more annoying, causing all the other guests as well as the staff to stare at him. He knew it was real.

"Honey?" His wife mumbled, she was also rooted to her spot. "Did you hear that or was it just me?"

"Oh God...I heard it too..." He sucked in a breath, turning around slowly as she did the same. Of all the annoying people he'd come across in his entire life up to this point, it just had to be his mortal enemy — his cousin Mason.

Despite Harry's hostile glare, the older Styles was beaming. "What a lovely coincidence! Are you two on honeymoon?"

"Are you here to ruin my life?"

The question made Mason chuckle. "You're still funny, Harold. Still funny. I'm actually on a summer vacation with my baby girl. Oh, there she is, my flower!"

"Sweet cheeks! My baby!"

"I think I'm gonna throw up..." Y/N whispered to her husband, receiving a smirk from him.

Stephanie showed up, wearing the biggest hat that covered half of her face as she strutted towards the three of them in her yellow summer dress. She'd left all of her heavy luggage to the poor resort staff, who nearly got hit in the head by her throwing her handbag at him.

"The other Styles!" She giggled, finally taking off her hat to pull the other couple into a hug. If Harry hadn't pushed her away, who knew how long she would've kept squeezing them? "We missed your wedding! I think your invitation got lost in the mail!"

"Bold of you to think we sent you one."

Y/N quickly nudged Harry as she chuckled nervously. "It's alright, Steph...We also missed your wedding so..."

"We'll come to your second ones!"

Stephanie and her husband both fell about laughing at her rude joke. The kind of looks Harry and Y/N exchanged at that moment couldn't be more obvious that they'd rather set themselves on fire than continue this dumb conversation. They were just too nice (or at least Y/N was) to say 'fuck off' and walk away.

"We're going to our room now," Y/N said, holding Harry's arm. "Nice talking to you."

"Bye Harry! Bye Y/N!"

Y/N heard Stephanie loud and clear but she didn't look back and just stride as fast as possible towards the lift.

"See you tonight at the bar, Harold!"

Harry, on the other hand, responded to his cousin with a middle finger in the air, and once again Y/N had to tug at his sleeve to tell him to be polite.

"Such a funny kid," Mason told his wife with a grin, before heading to the front desk.

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The newlyweds' first day on the island wasn't so bad, minus the encounter with the other annoying couple that they hated more than Mondays. They got to spend a lot of time together soaked in the sun and the golden sand, and not thinking about the responsibilities they had back in London. As busy as they were with their own jobs, they rarely had time to have fun like they used to back when they were students. Now was the one chance for them to try everything they hadn't done before.

"I hope nearly fucking your husband on the beach while being drunk off your ass was on your bucket list." Harry laughed as he dragged his wife out of the lift, and struggled to get the room card from his pocket while she was clinging onto him like a koala.

Normally, he would stop her from drinking too much. He always knew she could barely handle alcohol, but since they were on vacation, he made it an exception and let her do whatever she wanted. As a result, she was wasted and he was exhausted from making sure she didn't cause any trouble. His wife was a fun drunk, but every time she drank too much, it was always hard work for him. He had to make sure she didn't walk straight into a lamppost, get hit by a car for dancing on the street, or take off her clothes in public because she thought they were alone.

"I hate you," she mumbled, shoving two fingers in his face as he opened the door. "Two days into our marriage...and you already don't want to have sex with me anymore!"

"Sure if you didn't count those two orgasms earlier." Harry laughed quietly. He just loved having silly conversations with her while she was not in her right mind to make any sense.

With a bit of difficulty, he shut the door after they'd got in, and somehow managed to put her down on their bed. That was when Y/N started giggling like a madwoman, watching her husband stand with both hands on his hips and a confused grin on his face.

"Hubby, come give me a kiss!" She tried to open her eyes to look at him, but they were fighting to stay shut, so she just opened her arms and gave him a silly grin. Harry took off her shoes as well as his own, then fell down onto the bed right by her side. He propped himself up on his elbow, pressing his lips to her temple.

"No! A real kiss!" Y/N pouted. She didn't wait for his reaction to grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him hard on the mouth. Harry was a bit shocked considering how shy Y/N was most of the time. Actually, she'd gained much more confidence after that many years they'd been together. But shyness was just her nature, and he loved that about her.

Only when she'd had a couple drinks did she get this bold. This was certainly not the first time, but Harry didn't think he could ever grow used to it. Soon he was right between her legs, one hand supporting his own weight as the other held her by the hip. Her black dress rose up to reveal the black lace underwear he'd got for her. He intended to make a cheeky comment about it, yet she was already unbuttoning his shirt.

"Baby, you're really drunk," he whispered against her lips, chuckling lowly as she groaned like a spoiled little girl who didn't get the pony she asked for.

"We're not on the beach anymore," she reasoned, eyebrows furrowed at him and opened his shirt to get her hands on his bare chest.

"Jesus Christ, baby. Greece really does make you horny, huh?"

"You make me horny."

Harry was taken aback for the second time that night, not only by her confidence but also by her flipping them over to straddle him. He tried to speak, yet she covered his mouth with her own, pressing both hands on his chest, pushing him down.

"Baby, I—"

She shushed him immediately. Holding his gaze, she moved slowly downward, wasting no time to pull down his shorts and wrapped her hands around his pulsing member. A growl escaped his throat as he shuddered at the feeling of her hot breath against him. When she gave him a slight squeeze, his hips buckled up, urging her to give him more. He was leaking and desperate for her touch, definitely not in the position to call it quit at this point.

"I've got you in the palm of my hand," she said in a sing-song voice. "Literally."

The sound of her name escaped his pink lips in a breathy tone. When he saw the way her pupils dilate even in the dim moonlight from their balcony door, he knew he was fucked.

"I've been a good girl." Fuck. "Let me suck you off, please?" Fuck. Me.

Harry exhaled harshly, too out of his mind to even think straight as he stroked her hair. "Y-Yes...yes, you are...Fuck..."

She nodded, finally giving him a few slow strokes. Harry's eyes squeezed shut in an instant as his entire face contorted. He was afraid this would end so quickly that her forgetting all about tonight might seem like a good thing. Just as he was about to ask her to go faster, a loud thump! caused Y/N to sit up straight, eyes just as wide as his. The bed in the room next door was violently banging against the wall, as the couple over there didn't make an effort to keep it down.

"Fuck yeah, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"What the fuck is...that?" A look of terror flashed across Harry's face when he made eye-contact with a giggly Y/N. She had no idea what was going on, but everything was hilarious to her when she was drunk. As much as he wanted to ignore that horny couple to go back to his own business, he couldn't even think with all the noises those people were making. In a second, he sat up and tucked himself back inside his shorts, pecking Y/N's lips as he told her he would go talk to them.

"No." She shook her head, hands on his shoulders. "Stay with me, Harry...I need you."

Harry's self-control unraveled when she moaned his name that way. Nodding fast, he attached their mouths once again as she cupped his cheeks and kissed him with everything she'd got. He tried to focus on her, he really did, until he heard the name of the last person he wanted to think of when he was about to have sex with his wife.

"Mason! Yes, that's right baby!"

"No, no, non no!" Harry cried out, pulling away immediately. Though Y/N wasn't sober enough to get disgusted by the other two, she still agreed to get off her husband and follow him outside. As he knocked on the room next door, she hugged him from behind and rested her head on his back. Drunk Y/N always got a bit clingy, and Harry loved it actually. If only he could pay attention to her and take care of her instead of having to deal with his fucked up cousin.

When he knocked a couple more times, it was Stephanie who came to open the door, wearing only her lingerie. Harry had to stare at the ceiling while silently thanking god that the woman wasn't naked.

"Oh, Harry and Y/N! What a surprise! We were just—"

"Yes, we know. Please stop," he spoke fast, leaving Stephanie speechless. She parted her smudged red lips to say something, but then Mason showed up, unlike his wife, he was completely naked under his white bathrobe which wasn't even tied at the front.

Harry immediately covered Y/N's eyes, dashing his own back on Mason's face so he wouldn't have to look at that thing for another second. Y/N might've seen it too because she was trying so hard to contain her laughter.

"Put your dick away, for fuck's sake!"

"Sorry, I forgot," said the older man who quickly tied the strings together to cover himself up.

Stephanie gave the other couple one last glance before telling Mason she'd wait for him in bed. Harry really wished he could listen to those words without thinking about the thing he'd heard earlier in his room. How was he gonna sleep tonight if that was what he might wake up to?

"Can we talk?" he narrowed his eyes at Mason. It was clear he was losing his temper, but he was still trying to be as nice as he possibly could. Because treat people with kindness right? Yeah, people, not Mason. Fuck Mason.

"Wait for me inside, love," Harry said to his wife, who pouted yet listened to him anyway.

"Don't take too long," she told him before retreating to their room. Harry watched the door close behind her as he heaved a sigh. This conversation wouldn't have been necessary if he could've just punched the asshole. But on second thought, he shouldn't waste a good hit on someone like him.

"What the fuck was this?" Harry asked, throwing his hands in the air. "I get that you always feel the need to prove that you're better than me, but to book the same fucking resort, and the room right next to mine just to piss me off is what only a psychopath would do!"

"You self-centered prick." Mason scoffed, leaning against the door. "You really think everything I do is about you?"

Harry lifted his eyebrow. "I don't think. I know everything you do is because you cannot stand the fact that Y/N and I are happier than you and Steph."

"Oh please. The last thing I worry about is you being better than me at anything."

"The next time you say that, make sure to keep your tiny friend covered." Harry didn't even bother to stay and see his cousin's reaction to the comment. He stormed back to his room, hoping Mason would get insecure enough to keep the noise down when they—

"Y/N?" Harry asked, but there was not a single sound except for his wife's soft snoring as she was now sprawling across their bed. It'd be a lie to say he was disappointed, but seeing her adorable sleeping face really made him happy again. In silence, he lied down by her side, trying not to cause too much movement and wake her up.

"You forgot to say you love me tonight, drunkie." His eyelids fluttered from exhaustion as he watched Y/N smiling in her sleep. Even though he couldn't read her mind, he'd like to think that it was him she was dreaming about. So while stroking her hair the way she liked, he mumbled to her what he never forgot to say every night before bed. "You're my entire world, and I really love you."

Then he drifted off gradually.

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The next morning, as expected, Y/N barely remembered anything.

"Beside me talking to a palm tree..." she cringed, trying to recollect the night before, but all that she could remember was asking Harry to dance with her on the beach. "Did I do anything else embarrassing?"

"You tried to tear off my clothes and begged to suck me off," said Harry as he took a sip of his orange juice, flashing her a subtle smirk when her face reddened, certainly not because of the heat out here. What was better than having breakfast by the ocean, feeling the cool breezes on a hot summer day, and poking fun at your wife for the silly things she did when she was drunk? He was having the best morning.

"I remember that..." She mumbled, stealing a glance at him while his eyes were glued on her.

"You what?"

"Not everything...only a bit."

Harry raised an eyebrow when she pouted at him. He knew she wanted him to change the subject, but he enjoyed teasing her too much to let her off that easily.

"You weren't this shy when you literally asked me to fuck you on the beach last night." He chuckled, making her blush even harder as she kicked his leg under the table.

"There are children around here! They might hear you!"

Now that she mentioned, Harry looked around and noticed a family of four sitting right beside them. The parents were too caught up in their own conversation to hear what he was saying, and the child around four was singing while playing with her action figures. Harry's laughter died down soon, yet the smile lingered on his face when the little girl saw him looking and waved at him. He waved back, feeling his heart flutter somehow.

Y/N didn't see what was going on as she was texting this whole time. She had to give her mother updates on basically everything she'd been doing (beside her getting drunk and them having sex every single chance they got), because to her mother apparently, she'd stopped growing since the age of fourteen.

"What?" Y/N flinched to meet her husband's eyes when she turned back to him. He was just smiling at her in silence with his chin resting on his knuckles. She couldn't figure out what that meant. "Is there something on my face?"

"Beauty." His unexpected answer got her laughing.

"See? This is why I don't believe in your compliments anymore." She rolled her eyes and told him to eat since they had some sightseeing to do later. Harry didn't mind his breakfast getting cold though. His eyes stayed on Y/N, watching her slightly nodding her head to the song on the vintage radio at the bar. His lips curved to form a little grin.

He didn’t tell her what was on his mind when the kid at the other table waved at him. They had agreed to wait another year or two before making the big decision. Right now, they couldn’t spend much time with their cat let alone a human baby. But Harry thought it wouldn’t hurt to just imagine a new life with not only the two of them, but also little versions of them running around the house. He really looked forward to it.

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For the rest of the afternoon, somehow they managed to stay away from Mason and Stephanie and had the best time of their life exploring the island. Thus they assumed their second day here would continue to be this great. What they forgot was that, every time they drew a conclusion this early, they ended up with at least one disappointing surprise towards the end.

"Harold."

"Jesus Christ," Harry muttered as he turned away from the bar and gave his cousin a death glare. "Do I need to file a restraining order?"

Normally Y/N would remind him to tone down his feelings of hatred, but after last night (Harry had filled her in on everything that she didn't remember) it was hard to continue being nice. She was just trying her best not to laugh at how offended both Mason and Stephanie seemed.

"I'm here to apologize actually. I hope we can forget what happened as we were all drunk anyway," Mason said, giving out his hand for Harry to shake. But instead of doing just that, Harry glanced at the hand, back to Mason's face. With a sarcastic smile, he straight off said, "no."

"No?"

"No, now leave us alone."

"Come on, Harold. You cannot blame me for what happened to your father's company."

Harry squinted his eyes as soon as he heard. "What are you talking about?"

Mason and Stephanie exchanged looks as if they were also surprised that Harry had no clue about his father's decision. Quickly, Stephanie grabbed Y/N by the arm, pulling the perplexed young woman out of her chair.

"Come swim with me, Y/N!"

"No, thanks. I...can't swim," Y/N muttered, turning to her husband for help, but he was too busy staring at his cousin in disbelief to notice her.

"Just come with me, so they can talk," Stephanie insisted. She didn't even give Y/N time to say no and just dragged her out of the restaurant anyway. It was then that Harry finally got a grip on reality. He shifted in his chair, eyebrows furrowed as he asked Mason to explain everything.

"Devlin's gonna sell Styles Corporation. I gave him that idea."

"Wait, what?" Harry's mouth fell open. Mason, on the other hand, sat down and ordered a beer as he remained impassive. Harry completely understood that Mason had nothing to do with Styles Corporation, thus it was normal for him to not feel anything. What made Harry angry, was the fact that Mason had suggested Devlin to sell the brainchild he probably loved more than his real ones.

"He's sacrificed a lot to build his own empire from scratch! You can't just convince him to sell it!" Harry slammed his hand onto the counter, receiving a few questioning glances from the other people, yet he was too upset to care.

"You think my opinion alone could get your old man to sell the company?" Mason snorted. "It's Devlin we're talking about here."

"Then why—"

"He cannot run it forever, Harold. Your sister is a travel photographer, you were his only hope until you turned on him at the last minute. What choice does he have left?"

Harry's heart fell as he heard those words. He hadn't expected that news, especially for it to come from his least favorite person on the planet. Though he was still mad at Devlin for choosing the company over his own son, and not showing up at the wedding over saying sorry, he honestly felt bad for the fate of Styles Corporation. It obviously was a stab in the guts to hand everything you'd built up from the ground up to strangers. But what could Harry do to change it? He couldn't leave his wife here, or convince her to leave her job and move to San Francisco.

With his head in his hand, Harry began to ponder, which was the last thing he should do now that he was supposed to be on a vacation. Fuck everything, he thought. Fuck Mason for telling him this, for being here, and for existing. He blamed it on Mason because it was easier this way. He didn't have to face the music, knowing it was his own fault.

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Y/N and Harry weren't strangers to bad luck, but this was a whole new level.

All she had wanted was a drama free honeymoon with the love of her life and to spend everyday under the sun or getting naked and tangling up in bed. Now here she was, taking Instagram photos for Stephanie by the resort pool, while Harry was probably being tortured by Mason boasting about things that nobody cared about.

"Shit, you're right. The lighting sucks," Stephanie mumbled in annoyance as she checked the photos on her phone.

Y/N really wanted to be frank and tell the girl only idiots would expect moonlight to look flattering on photos taken by an iPhone, but she thought it would be quite mean and decided to be subtly sarcastic instead.

"Maybe you should choose a better time when there's the sun?"

"I cannot stand too long in the sun, I get burnt easily," Stephanie chuckled, too busy staring at photos of herself to see that eye-roll Y/N had just given her.

"I think I should get back to my husband."

"Wait!" Stephanie took the girl's wrist before she could turn away, pulling her back. "Look, since we're kind of like sisters now—"

Fuck me, muttered the voice inside Y/N's head as she widened her eyes and faked a grin.

"I just wanna be honest with you." Stephanie took a deep breath, lifting an eyebrow. "Why Harry?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you're kinda smart. You really wanna spend the rest of your life with someone like him?"

Excuse me?

"Harry is the smartest man I know."

And YOU shouldn't be judging him when you're the dumbest person I know.

"If he was so smart, he wouldn't have turned down an opportunity to be the future CEO of the Styles Corporation. Unlike Mason, he's a disappointment in the family."

"No. Mason got everything from pure luck. Harry, on the other hand, has worked hard for the things that he loves. He's got a career and a bright future, and I'm very proud of him." Y/N knew she shouldn't be fuming over the words of someone as shallow as Stephanie, yet she couldn't help but get all riled up when all of those insults were for her husband.

"How's he gonna take care of you and buy you nice clothes with his salary now?" Stephanie's argument made Y/N laugh, definitely not because it was funny.

"I have my own job and I can buy my own clothes." She furrowed her brows, stabbing a finger at the blonde who was slightly surprised by the reaction she received. "You, however, live off your husband because without him you are nothing. Face it, Steph, you're going nowhere with your non-existent model career."

"Excuse me?" Stephanie gasped. It was funny how offended she got after having said all those mean things about Harry earlier.

"Yeah, you heard me." This time, Y/N wouldn't give this woman the satisfaction she wanted. "Don't you ever talk shit about my husband again. Are we clear?"

"Oh you're threatening me?" The part-time model scoffed as she flipped her hair. "What are you gonna do? You think I'm scared of a weak little girl who cannot swim?"

"Well, I hope you can."

"What do you—AHHHHH!"

"Mom! That lady just pushed the other lady into the pool!"

Harry flew right out of his chair after hearing what the little girl said to her mother. He rushed outside in a flash, worrying it might be Y/N and Stephanie for he knew his cousin's wife was crazy as fuck. So if anything happened to—

"Honey?"

Yes, it was Y/N and Stephanie. But his wife was standing by the pool, dry and safe, while the other girl was screaming and struggling violently in the water like a drowning cat.

"You crazy bitch! You fucking psychopath! Get me out of here! Help! Anyone?!"

"Drop the act! This is a kiddie pool!" Y/N shouted at Stephanie as Harry gave his woman a smirk, looking shocked and proud at the same time. "Say those things about my husband again, and I'll push you off a cliff!"

Morally speaking, Harry should care about the fact that his wife had assaulted his cousin's wife, and all the other guests were judging them so hard right now. But all that he really cared about was how much seeing her like this turned him on. This was the first time he'd got to witness the protective side of Y/N, so fucking badass. And he was certainly not disappointed at all.

Go wifey!

"You okay, baby?"

"I'm fin—"

"Of course she's okay! She's a lunatic!" Stephanie screamed as she climbed out of the pool and Mason showed up with a towel to cover her up.

"What the fuck, mate?" He snarled at Harry, pointing at Y/N. "Your wife just threatened to push my wife off a cliff!"

"Oh please Mason, you two aren't saints." Harry rolled his eyes. He didn't know what those two expected, as if he hadn't thought of pushing one them off a cliff before.

"Come on, honey, let's go," said Y/N as she took her husband's hand and turned to walk away. It could've ended there, with no one getting hurt (besides Stephanie who was soaked from head to toes), but just as expected, Mason never wanted to miss a chance to say the last words.

"Your wife is bitch."

"What did you just say?"

"I said, your wife is a—" Mason was cut off by a fist in the face that knocked him to the ground. While everyone else who'd witnessed that punch was in utter shock, Harry had never felt better. He'd wanted to do that for his whole life.

Before Mason could pick himself up and wipe the blood off his nose, Harry and Y/N had already fled the scene. The last thing they wanted was to get into trouble for causing disruption. At first, Y/N was really scared though it wasn't the first time she'd seen Harry hit someone. But as soon as they made it to the beach, she started squealing in joy.

"That was amazing! I pushed her into the pool, and you punched him in the face! We're like the best couple ever!"

The way she was all giggly and bouncing up and down like a child made Harry laugh so hard. He took her hand and pulled her back into his arms. Hers came wrapped around his waist like an instinct.

"You're too happy for someone who just assaulted a woman," he said, stroking her cheeks to gain back a smile.

"Now I know why Layla does things like this! She'll be so proud of me when I tell her!"

"Oh no." Harry faked a frown. "Should I be worried that you're turning into Layla?"

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I only Layla for you." Her answer got him chuckling and shaking his head.

"She's gonna kill us both if she knows we're using her as a verb," he said, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. "But thank you, for defending me."

"No one." Y/N narrowed her eyes as she emphasized those two words. "No one is allowed to make fun of my husband, beside me."

"Aww."

"Aaaand Layla, because you know, I'm afraid of her."

They held each other while laughing. It was nice for Harry to stop thinking about his father's company, and enjoying the presence of the woman he loved instead. They continued walking barefoot along the beach, listening to the lullaby of the waves, and breathing deeply the ocean carried air. It was romantic at first with the starry sky right above them. But all it took was one moment, when both of them stopped and just stared at each other, for their self-control to cave in at once.

The next thing they knew was them hiding in the shadow of a palm tree, she was pressed against the brick wall, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands in his hair. His shorts were halfway down his ass and her panties were somewhere on the sand. She would definitely not put them back on after they were done.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Harry tried not to be rough, but he making sure every thrust was worthwhile. He dragged his lips down her jawline as she filled his ears with her angelic whimpers that he could never get tired of.

"I love you so much," he said, gripping her ass to move her hips in sync with his own.

"I love you too." She let a soft gasp escape when he hit just the right spot that caused her eyes to roll upward, and the sound of his name to pour out from her wet lips. She was too lost in the moment to care if anyone heard her. There was not a single soul around anyway, so Harry didn't bother to silence his wife, not when he loved how vocal she was just for him.

"Shit love...I..." He thrust faster, face contorted from pleasure. "Gonna come..."

"Fill me." Those breathless words and her grinding down on him to get him deeper was all it took for Harry to explode, groaning into her mouth as he felt her walls squeezing around him. Her eyes fell shut, her head tossed back, and now she couldn't stop whimpering meaningless words, the only thing that made sense was his name.

"We finally had sex on the beach, you happy?" He jokingly asked while still catching his breath, his hooded eyes stared right into hers.

"You're a dick," she said, smiling at the way his eyes sparkled in the dark like those stars right above them. That playful insult only made him chortle. He brought his mouth back on hers to kiss her tenderly.

"And also your husband, so you're stuck with this dick for the rest of your life," he spoke against her lips, causing her to dissolve into laughter. Harry temporarily forgot about the fate of his father's company, and the stress he felt thinking he was the reason for it. At this moment, there were only them and them alone, though he knew it couldn't be them forever. When this week was over they would have to return to their busy lives. So now he must hold her closer, not wanting another second to go to waste.

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"Harry! Did you know that Niall almost lost Treasure when he took her to the mall with him?" Y/N said the second she showed up at their bedroom door with the cat in her arms. Harry had just finished getting dressed for work. He turned away from the mirror and flashed his wife a cheeky grin.

"Did Treasure tell you that?"

She snorted, rolling her eyes and put the cat down on their bed to come fix his collar. "Layla told me...We should let Ben and Nam watch Treasure next time we're away."

"Hmm." He nodded. It was then that she finally looked up and caught the way he was staring at her. Neither of them said a word. After many years under the same roof, they didn't have to speak to know what was on the other person's mind.

"You're worried again, aren't you?" She questioned, placing both hands on his shoulders. "I mean...if you wanna help your dad keep the company—"

"We've had this talk, love," he cut her off, seemingly displeased. "I don't want it."

When he kissed her on the cheek and attempted to go, she squeezed his arms to force his eyes back on her. She'd thought a lot about Stephanie's words, and maybe Stephanie was not entirely wrong. Of course she didn't want anything more from Harry, for he'd always been more than enough. Despite so she felt awful that he had to give up on such a great opportunity for her. If he'd never met her, maybe he would've been rich and much more successful than he was now. He would've been his own boss and driving nice cars and probably engaged to someone from a rich family. He could've had it all. The least she could do now as his wife was encourage him to do what was best for him.

"Love, just accept the job, I don't mind."

"I cannot leave you here and move to San Francisco." He chuckled, yet she seemed so serious and he knew it wasn't time to joke around.

"I'll come with you and...and find a new job there..."

Harry was paralyzed for a long moment when he heard those words. His wife, who'd loved her job more than anything, was willing to drop everything just so he could be the CEO his father expected him to be. And he knew it was all because she loved him and she blamed herself for what she thought he'd lost. The truth, however, was that he never needed anything more than her.

Harry pulled Y/N into his arms, one hand at the back of her head as he whispered into her ear, "let's not talk about this anymore, alright?"

"But—"

"You're not going to work today?" He changed the subject, knowing how easy it was for her to get distracted.

"Got a day off." Y/N pressed her lips into a smile as she picked up their cat and followed her husband to the front door. Since Harry was extremely forgetful, they always had to do the 'checklist' together every morning before leaving home.

"Umbrella?"

"Here."

"Phone?"

"Already in my bag."

"Car key?"

Harry flinched when he stuck his hand into his coat pocket and couldn't find the key. The frantic look on his face made his wife laugh as she handed it to him.

"You left it by the sink...again," she said, resulting in a smile of relief on his face.

"You're the best. Love you!"

"Hold on!" She called out when he was about to leave. "Forgetting something else?"

He shot her a look of confused, until she lifted her face and pointed to her lips, eyes closed. With a smile, he didn't hesitate to walk back and kiss her goodbye.

"Okay, now you can go," she said, patting his cheek. "Have a great da—"

Y/N could barely finish her sentence when all of a sudden the door opposite from theirs creaked open. The couple nearly screamed as they saw who it was.

"Are you kidding me?!" Harry's eyes expanded to the point they could just fall out. "Why are you here?"

"This is my new place," said Mason, who looked just as pissed off. In all honesty, Y/N and Harry thought this was better than having to deal with his pretentious 'kindness'.

"Okay, you knew we lived here, asshole," Harry snarled at him. "You expect us to believe this is another coincidence?"

"You actually think we remembered your address and your flat number so we could get this flat because we're so obsessed with you?"

Y/N nodded fast. "Yeah, Mason, that's exactly what we think."

Harry threw his hands in the air, face screwed up as he turned to his wife. "What kind of shitty alternate universe is this?!"

"Why are you complaining? I'm the one with crazy neighbors here."

Harry turned a deaf ear to his cousin's insult. He would love to stay and start another fight, but he didn't want this asshole to be the reason he was late for work. He said goodbye to his wife, yet before leaving, he didn't forget to give Mason the finger and walked off without a second look back.

Y/N watched him go with heart eyes a wide smile on her face, while Mason could not look anymore irritated. That was when Stephanie showed up at the door, holding a yellow cat. The woman looked as shocked as her husband to see Y/N standing there. It was Treasure who broke the hostile silence. She meowed loudly, probably excited to see her new cat neighbor. But Stephanie didn't seem so fond of the idea of their two cats being friends. Giving Y/N a look of disgust, she told her pet, "Tiger, stop looking at that dirty creature. You might get eye cancer."

"Well, then I'm already blind from looking at you."

"You—"

Y/N walked in and slammed the door shut, not wanting to hear more from Stephanie. Now that they were alone and away from their evil new neighbors, she gave Treasure a stern look. "Do not associate with that family, you understand me?"

The car purred softly in response, and Y/N hoped the answer was yes.

[insomnihan]

han’s Entire Thoughts and Feelings on TWICE’s “More & More”

ITS BEEN 84 YEARS-

I HAVENT DONE AN AFTERTHOUGHTS POST IN FOR-F UCKING EVER BUT I AM HERE NOW ANYWAY LETS TALK ABOUT QUEENS TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(btw this might be shorter bc im tired i moved houses recently so im sorry if its not as enthusiastic as the others)

there are no read mores here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALRIGHT SO-

THE SONG okay........................... initial feelings ill be one hundred percent real with yall im lowkey not feeling it pls do not kill me im begging- like something about the chorus is just not????? clicking for me???????? its MOSTLY sana saying more and more so many times that just wont vibe with me lets be real tho i might like it when im done typing this s hit THO everything else around is pretty catchy!!!!!!!!!! something about that instrumental is hitting different like the introduction with nayeon and mina was very pleasant and was a nice start to the song and that instrumental part in the chorus part is genuinely nice OH BINCH THE DANCE BREAK SECTION LISTEN IT KINDA SENT ME TO ANOTHER PLANE OF EXISTENCE that s hit................... hurted-

the little rap section dahyun and chaeyoung do after the dance break.................. hmm........... i dunno actually it was certainly unexpected perhaps the song couldve been done without it.............? or mayhaps placed somewhere else.............?

OFC THIS DOES NOT MEAN IM LEANING MORE DISLIKING THE SONG I REALLY DO LIKE IT BUT SOME PARTS ARE MORE EH TO ME IM SORRY-

HOWEVER THE DANCE HELLO- TWICE DANCES DO BE HITTING REALLY DIFFERENT THO that beginning part when their all together and in the water was *chefs kiss* like that ending section of it with jihyo in the front iS A YES FROM ME- that part with momo before she says ‘so one more time’............. Thoughts™ are being thought as much as i dont enjoy the ‘more more more more more and more’ part as much as the rest of the song that dance is still fitting for it!!!!! its nothing like fancy tho i will not be dancing along with them its very much on brand for them to have a fun choreo that everyone else will like to dance to

DANCE BREAK.......................... HOW ARE YOU TODAY- ill be honest and admit that i watched the dance break teaser thing LISTEN THEY DIDNT HAVE TO SNAP THEY REALLY DIDNT BUT BI CTH THEY SERVED AND NOW IM FULL all their arms waving and swinging around and when they were behind momo being all symmetrical and s hit!!!!!! momo.................... i swear tO F CKING GOD-

WE LOVE A COLORFUL MUSIC VIDEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE VISUALS WERE JUST SO PRETTY™!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL OF THE NATURE AND FLOWERS AND THE ANIMALS AND THE SHINY™ THINGS HOW THERES A WHOLE PLETHORA OF COLORS IN NEARLY EVERY SECOND ON THIS VIDEO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HONESTLY VERY VERY VERY PLEASANT TO MY EYES VERY SPARKLY NO COMPLAINTS FROM ME

(although a little trippy at times bc of all of the editing with making multiples of them and extra lights and ✨ Sparkles™✨)

SOME SCENES THAT I LIKED AND WANNA MENTION:

THE BEGINNING ALL OF IT

THE FIRST ROOM THEY ALL DANCED IN FOR THE CHORUS

THE SPARKLY SPIDER WEBS

H O R S E S P O T L I G H T

WHEN THEY ALL DANCED IN FRONT OF THAT COLORFUL ARCH OR WHATEVER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WATER OUTSIDE

WHEREVER THE HELL THEY WERE FOR THE DANCE BREAK

T H E M

WHERE THE F UCK DID THESE FOREST GODDESSES COME FROM-

WE F KUCING GET IT YOURE ALL SUPER GORGEOUS AND PRETTY AND HOLY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YALL KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT BOB HAIRCUTS ON GIRLS- NAYEON LOOKS SO GOOD WHAT IN THE GOOD GOD- SPECIFICALLY THAT HEADBAND AND CROP TOP DURING THE SECOND CHORUS F KCING KICK ME

JEONGYEON PLS BE QUIET WITH THIS BLONDE HAIR OR ELSE I WILL D WORD IM NOT JOKING AROUND that look with her hair in a bun with that dress thats long in the front with those black boots............... oh f cuk-

MOMO ARE YOU F CKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW this shade of blonde is Excellent on her™ and its all wavy and s hit that purple outfit at the beginning and that crop top THE WHITE ONE I CANT-

perhaps........................... i really like orange hair 🥴🥴🥴.................. sana said F CUK YOUR BREATH IM TAKING IT i dont even know why im even A LITTLE shocked like i SAW THE TEASERS i knew i was gonna get f ucked the hell UP i just pls leave me alone-

MY F CUKING BIAS JIHYO WHAT IN THE GODDAMN- THIS LONG PINK HAIR AND THE WAVINESS IM JUST.................. [REST] the green outfit at the beginning already nearly ended me and that one part where its up in a pony tail...................... [REST 2.0]

MINA 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SO BEAUTIFUL WITH YOUR BLONDE HAIR she looks like a goddess THE MOST in that white dress honestly that multicolored dress my knees aRE WEAK the pigtails that look sheS SO CUTE OH NO-

right off the start dahyuns dark blue hair and that blue dress............................ 😳😳😳 holy god- she used to be my bias but my god does she still breaks my kneecaps and twists my neck 180 that purple dress and she has braids mY GOODNESS

chaeyoung grabbing me by the neck with braids in one scene and theN BUNS IN THE NEXT how she looking IN GENERAL while she was behind those spiderwebs give me a minute- BUT THEN the white outfit during the dance break...................... BRO DO NOT-

tzuyu with red hair.................. I Am Looking 👁👄👁 LI👏TER👏ALLY👏 THAT FIRST SCENE WHEN SHE SINGS WITH THE GREEN DRESS AND BOOTS MESS👏ME👏UP👏 the crop top the crop top listen the cROP TOP- 

LIKE to keep it really real with yall I DONT HATE IT I DO NOT but i dont love it as much as like what is love or fancy i love it enough that i wont like SKIP IT IF IT CAME UP ON MY PLAYLIST its a really nice song for the summer and its fun to watch and trust me i still be bouncing to it while listening to it ITS DEFINITELY ONE OF THOSE SONGS YOULL JUST END UP LOVING IF YOU LISTENED TO IT ENOUGH TIMES

IN CONCLUSION: ILL LIKE IT MORE & MORE EVENTUALLY

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Tell me about your OC's! — @i-kill-my-darlings

@i-kill-my-darlings Ohhhh boy you know exactly how to get me talking. I’ll be doing official introduction posts in the future, but this will work for now *cracks knuckles*

First and foremost, I have so many AUs that I can’t even choose what is canon anymore. Bear with me. Now, on to my first brainchild Charlie.

Full name: Charleston Grant Darling, prefers to be called Charles or Charlie

Height: 5’10”

Ethnicity: Austrian, Russian, Arabic

Gender ID: Male, He/Him

Appearance: Wide, strong shoulders; oak brown hair; widow’s peak hairline; medium-small roman nose; intense, darkest blue eyes (often mistaken for black); average cheekbones; strong jaw; thick eyebrows; close-shaven beard; DIY star tattoo on wrist from teen years, scar on collarbone; muscly boi™

Role: Everyone’s impulse control, sharpshooter, tank, human shield & wounded transport

Traits at first glance: terse, observant, standoff-ish, skeptical, talks to get the point across

Traits after earning his trust: curious, devoted, mildly humorous, values his personal space, bad with words, hard-working

Likes: jokes, thunderstorms, reading, traveling, camping, music, and foggy mornings

Dislikes: wet socks, flowers indoors, excessive heat, gambling, doctors, sitting still, coffee, and kids he says

Fears: Who says you get to know?

Weaknesses: deep water, he sinks very easily; ankles - they snag on things when he’s not paying attention; authoritative figures, climbing, when friends or significant other is threatened, flirting? flirting.

Listen, this boy just wants to be left alone with his hunting gear. All he desires is the hermit life. Trophy hunter? Check. Hired help for animals that are getting out of hand? Check. Unexpectedly and unofficially adopted as team sharpshooter? He’s convinced this is because they all suck at target practice.

He’s a horrible conversationalist unless drunk - then you can never get him to shut up.

He really wants to publish a book some day, but he’s too harsh of a judge and scraps almost everything he writes. Nobody knows he writes.

DAD FRIEND

If you ever get close enough, he smells like honey, cinnamon, and leather

*slaps roof* this bad boy can fit so much self-doubt and angst

He either overthinks to the last detail or jumps on something without considering anything - and there is no in between.

He’s the best out of the team at that soft “Hey...” when reassuring or comforting.

He does not do doctors. Bad experience with them as a kid. He will do every herbal remedy possible before being dragged to a hospital bc he put it off for so long.

“For my next trick I will disappear without an explanation”

After a scare or a fright, he sneezes.

In some AUs, an ex-soldier.

Next up: Beatrice!

Full name: Beatrice Anne Vitale, nicknames include Bea, Bess, & Bumble-Bee

Height: 5’4”

Ethnicity: Swedish, Native American, other ethnicities unknown

Gender ID: Female, She/Her

Appearance: pear-shaped, plump but strong; small shoulders; wispy, curly/wavy chestnut brown hair that’s cut to just above her shoulders; beauty marks (notably, one below her left eye & one on her neck); her eyes are bright, hazel with flecks of gray; dark-but-neat eyebrows; slightly prominent cheekbones; small chin; button nose; heart-shaped lips that are naturally pink; burn scar on right wrist and large birthmark covering her left thigh.

Role: Healer, slaps others when they need a slapping and apologizes directly afterwards, sneak/stealth ninja

Traits at first glance: quiet, painfully polite, passive, timid

Traits after getting to know her: cheery, energetic, relatively talkative, stubborn af

Likes: lilies, lavender, quiet, strawberries, pumpkin-flavored foods, making her own decisions, snow, autumn, she loves cows, chilly weather, dancing

Dislikes: being told what to do, drunk people, strange bugs, sweating, being rude, being underestimated, talking to others in front of her family, being laughed at, small talk, when people cry, unnecessary drama, obligations, and being called “cute”

Fears: not fulfilling her goals, loud noises, crowded places, frogs, having children/being pregnant, and being rejected

Weaknesses: cannot flirt to save her life, terrible liar, combat, public speaking, confrontation, gullible

Her parents are ridiculously overbearing. She just wants to make her own decisions - routine is nice, but not for your entire life.

When she’s nervous she fidgets with her hair or tugs on her earlobes

She smells of lavender and ink

When she’s excited about something, her words tend to run together and gradually increase in volume.

Even though she’s terrible in combat and fights in general, she keeps a surprisingly level head and doesn’t panic.

If you make her angry enough she’ll give you the silent treatment - usually after a good shouting row first

Just like Charlie, she’s clueless with flirting. If you’re nice to her, she assumes that you want to be friends and goes along with it. She’ll only get the hint if you actually kiss her or tell her outright. Too bad Gideon can’t work up the balls.

Speaking of which: Gideon!

Full name: Gideon Faye Miles

Height: 6’2”

Ethnicity: Scottish, Spanish, & Portuguese

Gender ID: Male, He/Him

Appearance: Average build; ashen blond/red hair tied back in a pony tail; hazy brown eyes w/ a patch of sky blue under his left iris; freckles all over; his face is narrow but attractive; average cheekbones; sharp chin; a soul patch

Role: the one that plows in headfirst and does rash things without consulting everyone else first - wannabe leader, but let’s be real here this team is a collective effort

Traits at first glance: annoying, full of himself, lucky, debonair, airy, stuck up

Traits after you get to know him: inventive, fair, lively, organized, committed

Likes: finding ways to make others smile, babies!!!, cherries, meteorology, sailing, messes (so he can clean them), cleaning, braiding everyones’ hair

Dislikes: harsh winds, unloyal spouses/dating partners, bad/cheap shoes that make his feet ache, hammocks, wind chimes, tedious tasks (Beatrice gets him to detangle her yarn as punishment), mushrooms

Fears: tiny spaces/crawlspaces, skunks, getting sick, making a decision/mistake that wrecks everything/puts his team in danger, freezing to death

Weaknesses: randomly zones out when being spoken to/doesn’t listen, the team is positive that his cause of death will be competitiveness, he’s horrible at adapting to last minute changes

He smells clean. Like freshly watered plants and sudsy soap.

He has the unfortunate habit of forgetting his drink is full and ends up soaking himself. The team buys him a sippy cup as a joke but he secretly loves it and uses it all the time.

He is the epitome of a guy being perfectly at peace with his feminine side and still feeling masculine/comfortable af.

Shaming? What’s that?

He’s always wearing his brown leather coat (appearance varies in AUs, but he always has it regardless)

He takes it as a personal challenge to sit in chairs in any way but the normal way. His favorite pose is the lounging monarch.

He cannot write well in print, but his cursive is lovely.

Loves being lazy and brags about his inability to get fat.

This boy will puppy-eye beg any girl he meets to give him the same killer manicure they have.

“Look! Twinsies!”

He would absolutely jump on the latest tiktok trend of swapping clothes with the girls and so help him he will summon a demon to get Charlie to do it with him

[sexyshakespeare]

Sasuke comes home - Part 6: Now you know

I woke up and jumped into the shower. I had asked Sakura out to dinner tonight. I scrubbed like mad at my body, determined to smell nice and be spotless for our date. I had my entire day planned out. I would go buy her some flowers, and then go visit Naruto. He should be at home today, I had checked at the Hokage’s office.  Why would I jinx it and talk to Naruto hours before? I don’t know. He was a married man, he must have done something right, or so I figured.  I went over to Naruto and Hinata’s home that day around late afternoon. Nobody was answering the door. I had knocked at least 3 times now. Did he really forget? Maybe they went out- it is a Saturday.. I was about to leave when the door began to unlock from the inside. Naruto opened the door with sweatpants and t-shirt on.  “OH- Sasuke! Come in- come in-”, he ushered me in, looking a little out of sorts. I looked at him suspiciously. He kept looking inside the house, and muttering, yabee yabee. “Did you forget I was coming?”, I asked him, annoyed. He looked seriously vexed now. “No! No just- just give me a few- I’ll be back-”  Then suddenly we heard a loud voice saying, Do you really want your clones to enjoy this and not you..? 

Naruto cringed and held up a hand to stop me from saying anything. But I was already there- “..You know I had a feeling you’d do this but I didn’t think Hinata would be into it-”, I whispered at him. He looked like he would turn into the flaming Kuraama right this instant. I kept chuckling at him. 

Two of your clones are beat by the waaay... , Hinata’s voice sounded yet again.

This time I cringed. Naruto was about to yell at her to stop talking, so I pushed him towards the stairs and showed myself to the door. 

“I’m sorry- this is really bad timing Sasuke- come back later?”, he said to me quietly, half way up the stairs. I shook my head at him. There was no way I could come back here and look Hinata in the eye without losing my sanity. I mean, I’d give it at least 6 months. I’d have to face her some day. 

I walked out into the streets, and nto the Yamanaka flower shop. A blushing Ino was at the cashier and Sai was standing there talking to her. They hadn’t noticed me come in. I looked around the store to give them time to wrap up. Still giggling. Did he just kiss her? Don’t stare..  I frowned at the far wall, wondering just what I could do. This seemed to be an afternoon to remember. “Sasuke-kun! Your bouquet is ready so you don’t have to just hang around being creepy-”, Ino shouted. 

Creepy?? I turned around to see her holding a bundle of flowers out to me. I took them from her, confused. Before I could ask her anything, she began talking. “Sakura told me you asked her out to dinner tonight so I figured you’d be here to give her flowers- these are perfect for what you’re going for- she’ll love them!”  I blinked at her, and then at Sai. He beamed at me. That look always threw me off. He was always fucking beaming at everyone. He could be swearing at me but also beaming while he did it. “What do you mean- what I’m going for.. what am I going for..?”, I asked her suspiciously.  “Well this is your first date right? No-wait, your second date- but the first time you cooked for her as a friend, this time you want to tell her she’s more than a friend and take things to the next level so you have to go with something bold like these, and also something sweet and gentle because of your feelings for Sakura like these. And of course! You have to have sober tones because that’s just your style Sasuke kun! Two types of flowers, not too big, with the perfect complementing greens to go with- don’t forget to look her in the eye when you give these to her-”  She pushed them in my hands impatiently. I looked at her, feeling thoroughly violated. How in fuck’s name would she know any of these things?? She scarily replied to my thoughts, “It’s a girl’s intuition sweetie- now run along! I’m not taking money for this- I’ll be satisfied when you and Sakura get married and have a little princess of your own-”  My jaw dropped at her as a means of protest, but then it shut again in gratitude. I didn’t know the first thing about taking it to the next level. She had technically done me a solid. I awkwardly thanked her and walked out of the shop. I had a dinner reservation at the new Sushi restaurant at 7 pm. I had just enough time to dress and turn up there. She had said she’d meet me at the restaurant rather than have me show up at her apartment.  I put on a shirt and pants and adjusted my hair a few times. I looked very plain. The flowers helped. I knew Sakura would look gorgeous in comparison. I felt bad that I couldn’t for her.  I made it to the restaurant at 6:45 pm and asked them for a vase for our table. I put the flowers in and waited patiently. At exactly 7 pm, Sakura walked in looking flustered. “Hey- I’m sorry- I didn’t have time to dress up- I really didn’t want to be late.. I was held up at work- some stuff Tsunade sama needed- I didn’t think it would take this long!”  I stood up and held the flowers between us. That made her stop. She looked at me silently, her pink hair in a pony tail, wearing a red blouse tucked into a black skirt. I gently offered her the flowers and said, “I sincerely don’t know what you’re talking about..”, while my eyes hovered over every inch of her.  She blushed and took the flowers from me, smelling them deeply. “Did Ino help you?”, she ventured. She did everything- Ino should be on this date with you.

“A little-”, I smiled, and we took out seats. 

Sakura kept putting stray strands of her hair behind her ear and smiling at me from time to time. We took bites of our food and talked about our day. She complained about Haida-kun which was just music to my ears. Before long, we were laughing again, about Naruto mostly. I told her that I pretty much walked in on the two of them in the thick of doing it earlier.  She burst out laughing. “OH MY GOD! How did that happen?” I started to tell her, and then I paraphrased my way out of it. “What were you doing at their place anyway?”, she asked.  I really didn’t want to answer that question. I tried to pretend that I didn’t hear her, and ate silently, before counting to 5 and changing the subject. “Sasuke-kun? What were you doing at Naruto’s place..”, she maintained.  I didn’t make eye contact with her. “Nothing- I wanted to ask him for some advice-” She narrowed her eyes at me. “NO-not that kind of advice- just, general stuff-” She leaned over the table slightly to peer at me more. Unfortunately, this had a different effect.  I kept looking from her neckline, to her eyes, to my food in quick succession. My eyes were struggling to stay away from her breasts. “What advice? I’d love to hear this..”, she said slyly. Sakura could be sly. That was a first.  “Well he didn’t have the time to give me any anyway! So there’s no point in discussing that-”, I returned the look and leaned over the table a little myself.  That flustered her. Our faces were closer now. She smelled amazing. I smiled at her slowly. “You’re so beautiful- I can’t believe I’m on a date with you..”  Her mouth opened in shock. Her smile trickled in like water. “I- never.. thought you felt that- that I’m.. attractive..”, she looked at me and said.  I couldn’t believe I had just said that out loud. But I hadn’t taken it back or fumbled to make it sound more logical. I had let it linger. My eyes rested on her lips, then her nose, and then her eyes again. “I’m sorry I never said..” 

We finished our dessert and headed out. The air between us was a little heavy. I reached for her hand and clasped it in mine gently. We stopped walking when I did that. I honestly couldn’t do more than one of these things at a time it seems.  I turned to her, we were in the middle of the deserted street. In the light of the dim street lamp I said, “I’m sorry I never said any of this to you. You’ve always been so smart and capable, and strong and beautiful. I just-”. I faltered and looked at my feet. 

Her fingers intertwined with mine. That gave me courage. Looking into her eyes again, my heart beating too fast, “I just felt like you could have anybody you wanted, but you were after me- cause of something stupid probably- just kiddy things. It didn’t make sense. I’m not anyone deserving of you Sakura-”  Sakura looked at me sadness filling her face. Her fingers clasped against mine tightly. I continued, “I’m not good with girls, I’m not thoughtful or romantic or anything- I don’t know what I’m doing here- I just- I’m so lost right now-”  “BAKA-”  My head snapped up. She was really squeezing my fingers now, it was beginning to hurt. “Sakura..”  “NO- Baka- You’re just such an idiot- I don’t care about any of those things- are you going to tell me you did all of this just to tell me you’re not deserving of me?? Are you?? BECAUSE I SWEAR Sasuke-kun I will-”  I put my lips against hers and pulled her closer to me with my arm. I kissed her without holding back. My hand pressed her waist against me. She kissed me back, her arms circling round my neck, trying to tip toe. I ran my palm along the curve of her waist, making her give out little moans as I kissed her harder.  She gave up on the tip toeing and brought her hands to my chest and neck, pulling at my shirt collar. Every time Sakura kissed my lips, my cock got a little harder. Her body was pressed against me, not letting me think. It felt like an eternity of pure bliss, before I pulled away. We both looked at each other, panting slightly.  She looked around suddenly, horrified that we were making out in the middle of the street. I really hoped she wouldn’t look at my crotch. I took a deep breath and said, “I deserve you.” She looked at me, wide eyed. I held her hand with mine and said again, “I know I do- and more importantly.. I want you. I’m not letting go of you-” 

Sakura smiled at me, tears welling up in her eyes. She squeezed my hand a little too tightly again. “Baka- why did you have to wait so long to say that-”  I smiled, and then laughed and then kissed her over and over and over. She kept laughing as I did, imploring me to wait till we’re inside.  I kissed her head and hugged her tight. She put her arms round my waist and we just stood like that under the street lamp for a while.  She started to giggle. I love that giggle. “What’s so funny?”, I asked. She looked up at me and pursed her lips. “You’re really hard aren’t you?”  .. .. .. ..